Disclaimer: Not mine.
Circe seemed pleased to meet her friends, but shooed them away after the introductions.
"I hope you don't mind; Hermione and I need to discuss some things." Her friends left, too shocked at meeting Circe to object.
"So darling," Circe repeated, "how did you injure yourself this time? Was it Lord Thingamabob again?"
Hermione giggled at the nicknames her grandmother insisted on using, though was cut off by pain again.
"No, one of his Death Eaters. I'll survive."
Circe pursed her lips and hummed in disapproval.
"This time, yes, but I'm not giving you another chance," she said with finality.