Gemma Lestrange stood in the doorway glaring across the room at Hermione like she was nothing more than a disgusting rat or a pesky fly she wanted to smash with a newspaper. Hermione wasn't in the mood for dealing with the odious woman. She'd been able to avoid her since she first arrived at the Dower House. Naïvely, she hoped she would be able to continue. The two women would never see eye to eye about anything. For reasons that the younger witch could not even begin to fathom, Mrs. Lestrange actually cared for her horrible husband. Unlike so many of the witches forced into marrying a Death Eater after the war, Gemma had done so gladly.