The other woman's icy glare didn't let up. She merely dropped her gaze to the rest of Hermione's bandages, fixating on her wrought hands before leveling her green eyes to Hermione's chestnut ones. "I know he didn't. He wouldn't still be walking and breathing if he had. Still..." Catching the other woman's displeasure, she moved on swiftly to a new topic. "I won't be able to attend the gala tomorrow evening."