Frightened with the threat of being reported, the hag rushed to the back room. It was only then that Memory-Hermione took a survey of her surroundings. In the heat of her anger, she wasn't always as careful as she knew she should've been. Hermione could remember that at least in those days, three years earlier, she was under an enormous amount of stress. The Resistance had popped up their ugly head to cause all sorts of headaches for the regime. She was drinking more of the potions she kept hidden in her desk than she knew she should've. She was getting sloppy, careless. If she continued in that vein, she would've been killed.