At the sight of Hermione trying to speak but failing, Greyback smirked. "Don’t even try Mudblood, it’s not worth the fight." Greyback spat as he stood up from the golden wingback chair. He forced open the bedroom door, the hinges almost flying off at the strength of the wolf. As Fenrir Greyback stood in the frame, he turned back to stare at the small witch. He sniffed at the air as he spoke forcefully. "Downstairs. Five minutes. Don’t even think about escaping, you wouldn’t even make it past the window ledge." He informed Hermione before disappearing without another sound.