Hermione didn't have the first clue what they were talking about. Was it about the coup that everyone seemed so certain was going to happen? Or maybe something else entirely? There was so much intrigue in their world, it was impossible to keep it all straight. When they dropped their voices even lower where she couldn't make out what they were saying, she stepped closer to the door. Her hip bumped into a small side table pushed up against the wall. A framed copy of the last family picture the Dolohovs ever took together fell to the hardwood floor with a loud crash. Both men immediately stopped talking.