Hermione stared at the soft-spoken woman with wide, unbelieving eyes. Never in a thousand years would she have imagined there to be something so cold and calculating inside a kind-hearted woman like Sarah. Was she right? Did all wives fantasize about murdering their husbands from time to time? Realizing she'd shocked the hardened, dangerous Death Eater into speechlessness, a quirk of Sarah's lips quickly turned into a chuckle. The sound was infectious. Both women laughed until tears rolled out of their eyes and their sides hurt. Some of the melancholy Hermione felt earlier in the evening began to dissipate. Maybe she wasn't as different from other women after all.