"I know," Hermione glances over at the gaggle, they looked annoyed as the witches causally discussed having two options for such sought-after tickets. She slipped off her jeans and pulled her shirt over her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the girls elbow the other and indicate her scars. "War is hell, keep staring and I will show you firsthand," she told them in a cold dead tone. Instantly all of them found a different point of the room fascinating.