Alecto sighed and released her hold. She led them both over to sit on her threadbare sofa. Certainly not anything special, Hermione loved her flat for the simple reason that it was hers. She didn't have to share it with anyone, not even a husband forced upon her for the sole purpose of breeding new life into the Death Eater ranks. A childhood bout of spattergroit meant that she would never be able to be a mother. Small blessing in Hermione's mind.