afraid, all of them except Bellatrix and Hermione knew that was more so due to the woman’s tenuous grasp on sanity than any sort of bravery or guile. Normal words were being spoken with shaking tongues. Plates and silverware rattled in their grip, chipped porcelain knocking against chipped porcelain with just a tad bit more force than they should have. Pairs of eyes that should have been following the standard routine of staredown, flirtation, and idle wandering were all moving too fast.