By this point, Hermione had tossed the bag of snacks onto the ground, even if the birds still seemed all too eager to harass her. She tried kicking at the bag and stepping away to get some distance between herself and what they wanted, but there were still quite a few that were either tangled in her hair or simply didn't want to leave her be just yet.

And then there came a man with an honest-to-goodness sword, and Hermione wondered why she was at all surprised.

Deciding that it was better safe than sorry, she put her hands up, one of them still glowing with the green that had followed her from her dream. "Even if I were a spy, don't you think I'd deny it if it would get these things off me?" She might even admit to being a spy, if that was what it'd take to get him to help. But she knew better than to let her snappishness last, especially since she didn't want to end up on the wrong side of that sword.

"I'm sorry, no, I'm not a spy. I don't even know what I'd be spying on. I was just trying to - ow! - trying to see if I could send a message to someon- will you stop that?" That last bit was directed towards one particularly vicious bird - the Baron, most likely - who seemed to think her ears were just as tasty as any trail mix she could have offered.