The woman looked ready to claw Hermione's eyes out. No doubt the reminder of her own indiscretions reminded her that she was just as fallible a human being as the witch she loathed. Gemma made a dramatic push of the door until it slammed into the wall. The sound of the doorknob smashing into the plaster was hard to miss. Instead of closing behind her, the ornate slab of wood remained rooted in the wall. Mrs. Lestrange stepped into the dining room, fury splashed across her features.