Hermione leans back in the dining chair with her glass of wine, taking a long and slow drink. She wishes she had a cigarette, but knows Magnus would be disapproving of what Tom had called a foul muggle habit. He had invited her to join him for a meal at the manor. She half-expected to be ambushed and interrogated, perhaps put through the same hasty trial that allowed the Ministry to execute Alphie. Even through the quaint and eventless supper, she still cannot allow her guard to lower.