As they exited the boats, a man with auburn hair, not too different from her own stood with a scroll in His hand. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. She supposed this was the one she had to be extra cautious around. The Dark Lord had warned her that it was her duty to behave as sweetly as possible, not to raise any suspicion, and to make anyone and everyone believe that she was nothing more than a kind, and dutiful future bride who was taking an accelerated healing study with the school nurse. She was to be a model student at Hogwarts, pure, and unsuspecting. Hermione had accepted this without question.