The patronuses, together, are beautiful. Her eyes trail after the panther, the lioness, the wolf, eyes softening as she watches them, something warm taking over her. Patronus magic is some of the most pure and beautiful magic in the world, some of the most pure and amazing. It's the physical embodiment of happiness, of love and friendship, the pure power of drawing upon that goodness to make yourself stronger. She can't deny how that prickles at her, rubbing and sandpapering away any thoughts of jealousy or frustration disappearing.

Slowly, she moves forward, her smile bright before she grins, her arm wrapping around Dorian's and reaching to take his hand, squeezing gently before she leans into speak, her voice very gentle and quiet.

"Well done," she says, gently. "I knew you could do it. Look at how beautiful it is, Dorian." Just like you, she doesn't say aloud, biting back the twist of the words on the tip of her tongue. "When you've got the hang of it I'll teach you how to use it to send messages, too, how to make your patronus more than just a defence against dark magic or something to help guide you through a cave."

She stands, staring at Dorian, smiling sweetly, before her eyes flicker back over to Gilgamesh. Her hands slip away from Dorian but she doesn't move any closer to the Servant, her expression tight, careful, before she breathes out and swallows. She might still be angry and upset, might still be frustrated and on edge, but she has some kind of common decency inside her, she is still polite.

"And you, Gilgamesh," Hermione's voice is very careful now, a bit nervous. "Well done. It's - it's very handsome." The wolf.