Their loud and abrupt laughter sounded strange to Hermione's ears. She swallowed the last of her wine. Within moments of setting her glass down, Rabastan was already there ready to refill it. She might have been grateful for his consideration if she wasn't also suspicious of it. Why was he even there that night? Didn't he have his own home to go to just a short walk away? It was evident that he wasn't aware that anything terrible had happened to his wife yet. Somehow she doubted he would be able to sit at his brother's table so calmly if he knew that she'd been murdered by his hand.