The waiting room has filled up now with the hustle and bustle of minorly ill people, so it takes several moments before they notice her. The blond boy looks up first. He sees her watching and flashes her a vicious grin, his teeth as sharp and pointed as knives. Then he elbows the black-haired boy. They unfold themselves slowly, getting to their feet, and Hermione edges forward in the expectation that she's finally about to learn what's going on.