"Well, actually," Hermione chimes in when Theo finally runs out of steam to take a breath. Her diction is perfect and her eyes glitter as she stares straight ahead, lifting her chin, and completely ignoring the spectacle that Theodore Nott—her former schoolyard bully, turned enemy, turned client, turned work associate, turned friend, turned...she’s not sure what Theo is to her now—is attempting to make of everything. "Esteemed members of the Wizengamot; according to page six hundred and thirteen, subset B, the first paragraph, it is clearly stated, a fair and unbiased election cannot be held without at least two qualified candidates. And after the mockery of the last electoral process, surely the Wizengamot would not want to be accused of neglecting their due diligence in upholding the laws of our great nation, out of respect to our Founders and those that have come before us, of course."