The entire set-up is a bit strange, if Hermione's to be honest. Of course, she's not a teacher, and times like this, she wonders if that might not be for the best. She remembers other practical lessons that she's had over the years, perhaps those held by Remus Lupin best of all. Everyone loved those courses, everyone retained the knowledge so much better than they did for most other classes, aside perhaps from Charms or Potions, for those who pored over the texts to keep from earning Severus Snape's ire.

And something tells Hermione that this is just Kate's type of thing.

She nods nervously from where she stands. "But I have very little idea what's going on," Hermione murmurs in return. "I think Danny wanted me to be as clueless as... an actual hostage would be, I suppose."