Then came the deluge of gifts, or rather, tokens of esteem from unattached purebloods. Each expressed his hope of seeing her in the coming weeks. Hermione glared at the heaps of flowers, some sweets, and a few trinkets. Rabastan happened to wander past, "Trying to light them on fire with the heat of your glare alone? I'd say it could never happen, but you do seem to thrive on doing impossible things."