            She shivered at how quickly he’d figured her out. Though she did have a reputation preceding her, she supposed. Hermione chalked his assessment off to her status as the Brightest Witch of Her Age, or whatever sparkling title the press had bestowed her. "I found it odd that a convicted Death Eater," she said slowly, noting the way he flinched just slightly at his own title, "would be left alone to tromp around the Ministry without so much as a chaperone."