Hermione bared her teeth while growling out a low warning at the woman’s tone, aware that she was second fiddle and none too happy about that fact, nor the act of being called out on it. Truth be told she wasn’t  truly  upset at it; the words couldn’t put a damper on this moment, this reunion that had her soul  singing  now that Bellatrix was here, her mind alight and skin tingling as she stood on swaying feet.