"No trouble at all," Hermione said, brushing the warning aside- something else had caught her interest.

"Shakespeare? As in- Macbeth, Hamlet, Twelfth Night...?" It was possible to hear the slightly hungry fascination in her voice, a smile coming to her face despite herself. "You time-travelled, then?" She didn't sound disbelieving; considering everything she'd gotten up to in third year, it would have been hypocritical, but wizards didn't have quite that sort of time-travelling ability. "That's amazing. How? I mean, the wizarding world has limited time travel, and in theory one could go back that far, but then there would be no real way to go forwards again. Oh, what was he like?"