She wouldn't allow him to get under her skin. His hatred for her went back many years. Nothing he said had the power to hurt her again. Focusing on the depth of darkness she had within herself, Hermione conjured a ball of fire into her hand. Not quite the bluebell flames of her youth, she'd graduated to something more sinister. Unable to move from his chair and recognizing the contained ball of Fiendfyre she held in her hand, Albert Runcorn was terrified.