Hermione had spent the majority of this morning reading up on curses in the library. She had never used one or felt she needed to use one so she never really bothered looking too much into them. Across from her in a leather couch was a grouchy Bellatrix, who between reading and smoking, was getting somewhat agitated. "What's wrong Bellatrix?" Hermione asked bluntly, not making any eye contact with Bellatrix, remaining glued to her book. The older witch huffed in unapproval before continuing," how long is this going to take. We are due to take an attack on that ridiculous "Order" but we are waiting far too long to get in there, do some damage and leave the place in flames" she smiled but shrugged as if that was your standard day out to the market, and you are sat opposite a hungry child. "I really don't know, but I know we have to wait. You think you are itching to do some damage, those are the arseholes that pushed me to follow a mad witch in the woods" she laughed. At this point she had balanced between reading her book and reading Bellatrix's emotions.