Theo and Blaise had informed her of the party earlier that morning, after making careful inquiries into how she was feeling (fine), how she had rested (well), and if she thought she could move around the house today (sure). A smart move, on their part, as she would have feigned discomfort or fatigue in an effort to avoid the get together and stay in bed. Theo had assured her that the party would be small, intimate, and held in the large drawing room on the first floor. It would only include the group who knew she was back, including Draco and, by default, Astoria. His fucking fiancé. Apparently Astoria’s presence meant that Daphne and her husband, Adrian, would also be in attendance. People who, according to Theo, could be trusted. She wasn't so sure, but it wasn't her place to object. She had learned, after Theo had left, that Blaise had put his foot down when Theo had mentioned bringing his new girlfriend, Cleo. Theo and Cleo. How utterly quaint. She was still new, according to Blaise, and the pair had not yet decided if they were going to be exclusive. So, she was excluded. Poor dear. Hermione wished she could be excluded.