Hermione gave a nod. She knew there were images of her parents' death in the folder she'd looked over, but she couldn't remember any specifics image wise. It was the dread, that specific feeling, that somehow, someone had gotten to them that had been foremost in her mind.
"The emotion lasts long after the images have faded," she gave a knowing nod as she added a quick note to look up the differences between images and emotions. "Granger," she spoke as she wrote, "Hermione Granger."