She wiped at the tears that were still streaming from her eyes. Part of her feared that they would never stop. It was the reason why she spent so many years suppressing the obnoxious tears. Crying made her look weak. Even though she didn't believe there was anything wrong at all with letting out a little emotion now and then to prevent from going completely mad, she knew that others amongst the Death Eaters didn't feel the same way. It was easier to just learn how to not cry than it was to worry. She didn't like feeling so vulnerable in front of the wizard. Deciding that she wasn't going to get anywhere with him, Hermione turned around to head back to the lift and then to her escape. A gentle hand stopped her from moving.