Hermione wasn't going to let the odious woman think that she had an advantage over her in the slightest. A bright, sarcastic smile was her only response. Gemma scowled, the fine lines on her face showing prominently again. Had she aged even in just the short time since she slammed her head against the wall and threatened her children if any harm came to Oliver? The stress of their current existence wasn't doing anyone any favors. Soon they would all be haggard, unrecognizable messes.