"Yes ma’am," he assented hastily, and stuffed some more shortbread in his mouth with a nervous smile. He thought perhaps the entire world had gone mad. Or just him. Maybe this was all a hallucination, and he was really still back at the Manor, having been tortured into unconsciousness, and everything that had happened to him here had been the elaborate fantasy of the insane. And then Hermione walked into the room with a smug, victorious smile on her face, and her eyes softened as they drifted over him.