Few sounds were less welcome than Rabastan Lestrange's voice. Hermione willed herself to remain calm as the wizard took a seat next to her at the table. They hadn't crossed paths since the night his daughter pushed a suit of armor on her son and he announced to Antonin that she'd terminated her pregnancies. If it was up to her, she would've gladly gone the rest of her life without speaking to him again. But, as annoyed as she was, she was determined to play the game.