His  presence was unmistakable. Undeniable. By the time the cage was settled on the ground and the door to exit had opened, Hermione was ready. On her knees with her legs spread apart, head pointed down until her chin was against her neck and body vibrating in anticipation. She’d done good,  she had.  She had done what was asked of her and no more, done it quickly, and the sudden feeling of magic invading her very being was enough of an answer for her.