Hermione nibbled on her toast while flipping through the newspaper. Luna had been truthful, the Death Eater's unchecked reign of terror had ended after they took the Ministry. The occasional skirmish with the Order kept the public on edge. But without random violence occurring, most were waiting for one of the sides to admit defeat. She briefly wished the Death Eaters would accept muggleborns as magical beings, and stop hating muggles out of unfounded fears. She would never bear the mark or probably fight in pitched battle, but the promise of revenge was tempting, and the fate of people like her was still a concern. She looked up as Yaxley entered the dining room. Bellatrix growled at him. He smiled, "Good morning, lovely Bellatrix."