Hermione settled her gaze on the entrance way in. Her ears immediately turned alert the minute the rustles of foot sounds approached nearer.
She turned her attention towards the rear end of the wall, looking as though she had not paid attention earlier when the guard entered in.
The guard dropped yet another dish that piled on with the rest in line. She stole an inattentive glance once he was about to leave then called out to him in a haste.
The guard turned towards her, annoyance clearly visible in his eyes. It does appear all Scretz men are similar to him when it comes to unnecessary anger.
Her mouth twitched in awkwardness, wondering how she was going to lay forth her problem to him.
"You should speak because I don't have the whole time in my hands." The man's grumpy voice pushed her more and with the pure malice she heard from behind it, she knew she should better speak now or rest her case.
