Granger is silent. Her face is tense and her fingers are thrumming an indefinable beat on her bent knee. Strangely enough, it pisses me off that she's so deluded to even consider that I could have just sacrificed myself to outwit the Dark Lord. What, pray, did she expect? That I would have accepted my own death full of anticipation? Of all the rude things she has said to me so far, this is probably the most insulting.