Hermione jumped and let out a small yelp, whipping out her wand and jabbing it into her adversary's chest- except it wasn't an enemy at all. "Merlin's beard, Sirius! Don't do that! Yes, I was. That's the last of them, I believe." She lowered her wand sheepishly. Her heart was still just about beating out of her chest, and she took several deep breaths. She still hadn't gotten over the utter panic when another person confronted her unexpectedly. Fighting in a war would do that to a person.