As her owner continued to outline the various clothing options with the Death Eaters, Padma wished that her former friend would shut up and stop trying to draw her attention away from the job at hand. She ignored Hermione’s grunted attempt to direct her towards the sharp callipers that lay teasingly within her reach twinkling up from the tray in her hands. Hermione didn’t understand that the new world order couldn’t be bucked or fought against. For her sister’s safety and her own, she wished her former acquaintance would stop creating trouble, she grimaced as the prisoner in front of her tried to make her pleas intelligible beneath an obscenely large gag.