Hermione was amongst the group of death eaters and recruits and after a thought she turned her head and looked over at Bellatrix, who was the other side of the room, coincidentally returning the glare. A grin on her face as she was listening to her master's words. She was high on the idea of finally getting her hands dirty with Harry's little group. A violent rampage sounded perfect to her in this moment in time. As she stared at the younger girl, a malicious grin painted on her face, with lustful and wild eyes ready to kill, Hermione inhaled sharply and swallowed looking away for a moment. Not expecting that intense of eye contact. When she finally found the bravery to look over again she couldn't help but smile. Something about the dark witch's attitude was just perfect to her. Scarily psychotic at times, but exciting.