Hermione giggles as she's twirled around. Something about wearing the dress seems to be going directly to her head, between the way that the embroidery catches the light and the swish of the skirt around her feet. It's been about a decade since Hermione first discovered her personal sense of style, but trendy robes and high heels don't quite compare to this.

It's a little bit like playing dress-up all over again.

"Oh, I don't know," Hermione says, quirking a brow in Elle's direction. "I happened to run into Emmett at Dimera Apartments lately. If you ask me, he's quite the lucky fellow as well. Although I won't argue that Ronald is better off with me present in his life." She lifts her chin with a small smirk.