[She hasn't been having the best of times since arriving here, but if there's one thing you can count on is that Hermione Granger will follow a mission.

There's more to caretaking than making food. There's making sure the food exists, there's making sure they have a house to sleep in, there's compromising your moral code for the sake of efficiency.

One last hurrah, carry on and keep calm.

Except she knows the spirit in chains, it's the former performer who sold them the first home in exchange for a dance, and Hermione cannot abide by this.

There's crack-thwip of teleportation, water splashing over her shoes, and the expected dry remark. Fuming, she snaps at him:]

Don't be so self-centred - there's more than one way to secure support here and besides that - this is unacceptable.

[She looks at Five for one beat, then squares her shoulders.]

So - [And she marches on, wand drawn, aimed at the wicked looking thug holding that chain.]

I'll say this once only - let them go.