Commotion sounded behind the Death Eater and Hermione glanced over his shoulder for a moment to clue in on what was going on. Death Eaters were returning from their missions and orders. They were returning to relax, to eat, and to sleep. Up ahead, by the parlor, she caught glance at the silvery white hair of Lucius and for a moment, Hermione thought about how happy Narcissa would be to find her husband home safe and sound, regardless of how sickly he looked from just far away to Hermione.