Hermione rolled her eyes and tried not to let the words hurt her feelings. Even terrifying Death Eaters who had people ripped from their homes in the middle of the night to be dragged down to the lowest level of the Ministry to await torture could still feel pain. It was embarrassing that so many people in their society knew, or at least suspected up until the day of the Dark Lord's funeral, that she was playing with less than a full Quidditch pitch. After learning that Rodolphus had been manipulating her mind for years, she wondered how much of the insanity she knew she experienced was a direct result of his meddling or just simply who she was? It was a question that she wasn't entirely sure she would ever want to know the answer to.