Before she can answer Magnus Lestrange enters the room, robes billowing behind him. An elf had likely alerted him she was awake. Hermione wonders what  brother dearest  thought when his Little Lord had shown up with her unconscious body (if that’s even what happened). He inspects her silently, gives a nod, and leaves the room as suddenly as he appeared. She could laugh at the theatrics, at the lack of concern. A strangled noise leaves her throat and draws back the blonde’s attention.