Hermione slightly rocked herself, while sitting in an armchair. She would seem calm and contained to most people but the speed with which she turned the ring on her finger told other things. She knew that it was essential to come up with a plan. The way that things were laid out at the moment wasn’t good. Yet, every time Hermione tried to think of something, she couldn’t find a way out.  Her freshest idea was faking their deaths. So, she sat silent, picking at it. Hermione analyzed all the risks with precision and concluded that it was near impossible.