She fought the urge to groan when Theodore caught her arm. Antonin's glower from across the room would've killed the odious man if looks alone had that power. Knowing that she couldn't afford to create a powerful enemy like Nott, Hermione smiled brightly, resisting again the urge to tell him to bugger off. He wasn't in the habit of approaching her for any reason. Ordinarily, she was so far beneath his notice to almost be considered invisible. She didn't mind. She loathed him and the others of the Old Guard who could still remember the early days of the Dark Lord's rise to power.