It became clear that they were all waiting on Madam Malkin, who entered into the room with little fanfare, conversing absentmindedly with Alecto Carrow. Hermione was used to people paying no attention to her personhood, but her blood ran cold when she spied the tailor’s "assistants’, the hard home-truth was laid bear that Hogwarts wasn’t the only place where torturing former friends was a normal occurrence. The leather-clad Patil Twins followed in the wake of the arriving witch. They were tethered to each other by the long poles of a mini palanquin, supporting an ominous box with the branding of "Madam Malkim Robes’. She could see the twins struggle under the weight of their cargo. With a click of her fingers Madam Malkim directed the twins to deposit their load behind the bound prisoner. Hermione watched her former schoolmates progress across the room, their eyes remaining downcast, never venturing to give her anything but the smallest furtive glances, conversely the Death Eaters in the room paid no heed to the twins, as they were engrossed with their own plans. Hermione began to wonder how many former friends and classmates were subsisting as chattel under the Voldermort regime.