Hermione reappeared outside the Domina building and, with a check of her watch, took off at a brisk jog to the Seven’s Chamber. With a minute to spare, she pushed the wide double doors open and stepped into the dim space. The Seven were already seated, looking grim. Hermione couldn’t tell if this was good or bad for her. She prepared herself, mentally and physically, for a fight she had no real hope of winning. One she had no choice but to win, if that's what it came to. Jesus she hoped it didn't lead to a fight.