Diclaimer: Not mine, all JK's except Circe. She's Homer's.
Hermione's temper flared. "Circe, it's my life! I'll decide how to help my friends, fighting or no!"
Circe shook her head, while squaring her shoulders. "If that's how you feel, then I'll put a stop to this whole war business myself. It's such nonsense anyway. Voldyhoo is just a spoilt brat who needs a good spanking."
Hermione looked at Circe with both fear and admiration. "But Gra- Circe, what about your pacifist leanings? What about hiding your identity?"
"Tosh! I'm not letting you get yourself killed because I prefer anonymity. Besides, my specialty has never been killing," she said, grinning.