At the end of the corridor, she saw the hateful Julia Lestrange. Not wishing to have any sort of interaction with the girl, Hermione slipped behind a tapestry she knew covered a hidden alcove. Perhaps it was silly to hide from the witch, but she wasn't in the mood for what was bound to be an uncomfortable conversation. And besides, the little bitch would probably whine to her daddy that the wretched Madam Dolohov had been mean to her again. She really didn't want to have to fend off any attacks from Rabastan. The less time she had to be in his presence, the happier she would be.