Hermione Granger; the girl that could be an evil genius
"I don't understand it either, Ginny," Hermione said to her friend on their way to the funeral home. "It just doesn't make sense."
"No, it doesn't," Ginny agreed angrily. "I mean, you're definitely not the type." Hermione didn't reply. They arrived.
The door to the funeral home had been left unlocked, and the pair crept inside. They quickly located the room that held the bodies.
"The Death Eaters have the Marks; see?" Hermione explained quietly. "I've done this before."
"I can tell," Ginny responded, already rolling up sleeves. And the pair went from body to body, checking for Dark Marks and taking strands of hair from the Death Eaters.
"It wasn't me," Hermione said suddenly.
"Definitely not," Ginny replied.
There was doubt in her voice.