Of course a clever girl like Lizzie would know who Hermione was. Or rather, what she was. Hermione could feel her heart rate increasing. She didn't care for the amused curiosity she sensed in the older girl. When she put her quill down to walk towards the sofa, she had to fight the urge to run away. What did the girl want? Little Posy stared at their guest with wide, frightened eyes. Just like all little girls should stare at a dangerous person. Lizzie, however, smiled wider and sat down next to her on the sofa.