Sarah Jordan stepped inside the room carrying a tray laden down with soup and several vials of potions. One warm smile from their hostess and some of Hermione's annoyance faded away. Somehow she got the impression that she would always feel the tiniest bit inadequate in the other witch's presence. She seemed to be everything that Hermione was not. Antonin's bright smile proved that he was either thankful for the woman's presence or excited about the meal he was about to consume.