"Listen," Astoria cut in sharply, jewel-toned eyes blazing. "I don't want to talk about it. That's not why I called you out here, alright?" She grabbed Hermione's wrist that time and dragged her further into the garden, winding them around and down to the lowest level. "I want Black dead just as much as you do, and through you, I can finally see to it that he ceases to take another breath of borrowed air. Understood?"