Hermione’s train of thought drifted off again as Kingsley put the scroll he had been examining aside, and hunted through a small heap of them; all tied up with ribbon and sealed with wax. She couldn’t believe she had blown her stack at Ron, Harry and Ginny like that. They must think she had lost it from the constant strain they were all under, to defend Draco the way she had, and yelling at them and calling them cruel. Except they were being cruel, and friends or not, Hermione wasn’t going to stand for that.