"Honestly, Hermione. You did an excellent job. We looked for you, of course. Contracts were suspended, members pulled back from assignments to aid in the hunt for you. We suspected blood wards, of course, but couldn't prove it. Fortunately, it was overheard at that little clothing store in Diagon Alley that a certain pregnant witch has spent some time with "the insufferable twit who ruined her best friend's life" when she was unconscious from terrible injuries."