Hermione gave one last grin at the Death Eaters around her, who nodded their heads to her in praise and respect, and turned her back to them to head back into the warm tent. Ducking under the protective barrier, Hermione stood at the entry area of the tent and took in the warmth against her chilled skin. She looked down at her Dark Mark again, breathing quick and fast as the last of the adrenaline faded away.