Hermione's gaze turned to Draco at once, the small confession not passing unnoticed, although she wasn't sure that there was enough reason to expand further on it. In some ways, it should have been natural to assume that he was the product of his upbringing, and yet, Hermione had to wonder whether it was truly possible it was to inject so much confidence into a child. High expectations usually had the opposite effect, after a time.

Shaking herself away from the thought, Hermione shook her head, bringing a hand up to brush under her chin. "Well, I thought... I think, rather, that a shortcoming of the Council is how wholly uninvolved it seems to be in certain aspects of island life. Or, at least, the elected officers. Everyone has their own cause that they champion, but there seems to be so little unity in the group. I feel that the whole point of being elected at all is to learn a bit of everything, isn't it? To allow for a fully informed opinion or vote. So, I was thinking that the elected officials really ought to coordinate more with the military, with the labs, having someone there for the proceedings rather than simply delegating it entirely."