"you've heard what we need to do Mudblood, now is your chance to show some gusto for our cause." Hermione knew she couldn't argue and without hesitation had to make sure she was going to be in the right headspace to deal with this. She had to hate Harry, resent Ron, and not be afraid to confront them if they failed. she had spent enough time in this mansion to realize that she had built some form of anger towards the boys and the Order for the fact they had not fought for her or even contacted her. she may have left on her own terms, but that didn't mean they had to completely reject even the thought of contacting her. as she stood there in that moment she knew she would find hating them easy. so she did. her eyes darkened as Bellatrix awaited a response, and noticed the grin slowly forming on the younger witches face. the older witch raised her brow at the malicious look on Hermione's face.