Hermione Granger couldn’t pay attention to her friend’s chatter, being the only one of the golden trio to return to Hogwarts to complete her NEWTs, being alone in the hall was off putting. She remember the manor in detail, the pain of Bellatrix Lestrange’s torture, the smells and the colour of the candles on the sidetable, the details of Narcissa Malfoys too-good-to-be-real face. She stopped staring at her pale face, and returned to the slice of cake in front of her. It was excellent, with lots of chocolate, a moist texture and just the right amount of icing.