"I told the house elf who usually prepares our food that I wanted it. It's somewhat frowned upon, but not unheard of, for Death Eaters to want to sample Muggle food." He shuffles his feet awkwardly, standing by the table as Hermione sits down and shoveled food into her mouth without any attempt at manners, suddenly desperately, achingly, irresistibly ravenous. She wobbles a smile up at him through a mouthful of burger.