"Wh-where?" he asks through gritted teeth, looking uncertainly over his torn up shoulder at her. She gives him a scathing look that Ron and Harry are well familiar with. They call it the "just do whatever she says, mate" look, and cower beneath it, always complainingly obedient when she levels it on them. Dealing with men who have been hurt – usually through their own stupidity – is second nature to Hermione, and she slips into the role of the bossy caregiver with ease, forgetting herself in it. It is nice, in a strange kind of way, to don the mantle of carer and have everything else cease to matter, for a little while at least.