"Hermione, for Merlin’s sake, be quiet," Cho hissed. She whispered an apology and tried desperately to be quieter, but it seemed like she was stepping on every twig the others avoided. She felt cold and frightened and was doing nothing but taking photos, and it seemed so pointless, so blasé in a way. It was nothing like how Hermione thought it would be. But then they got back to Headquarter unharmed, with the photos and a detailed list of the wards that were around the house, and information on how many people they had seen through the windows, and whether there were guards outside, and how alert they were at night – the questions ran on and on.