A few Death Eaters were already stirring, some had even begun on breakfast, charming food above the crackling fire pit consisting of eggs, sausage, and toast. They were quiet when they watched Hermione exit the tent. Without a word, they offered her a plate before she even had a chance to ask for one. Something different fell over the camp. Almost as if the opinions the Death Eaters had towards Hermione were changed after the previous day’s events.