Hermione followed the poor creature to the other side of the house into a dining room. Flint was already eating. She sat down to see a plate with a steak and some salad on it. Next to it was a glass of red wine. Hermione could have sworn that the wine was the same one as in the Coral. Marcus was watching her, waiting for a reaction, an outburst. Something to give him a right to insult her.