The poor girl had been on the verge of tears all night long. What should've been the happiest day of her life was turning into anything but. How a person could sell their child into marriage in that day and age was revolting. It had taken a great deal of effort on Hermione's part to keep her lips from curling up in a disgusted sneer when she was introduced to the bride's parents. They should have been ashamed of themselves, not grinning ear to ear like fools. She wondered if she could figure out a convincing reason for them to be arrested. If she had the chance to bring suffering to their lives, she would figure out how to get over her distaste and fear of the less pleasant aspects of her job. She especially wouldn't mind slicing the smile right off of the mother's face while she screamed. What sort of mother could damn her own child to such misery? A woman would know exactly what her innocent daughter was in for with a man like Nott as a husband.