Hermione paused before going down. She went from feeling awful, to feeling angry. But not at Paul. She turned and snatched up the scarf. She waited a second, then glanced at him. Okay good, no effect. Except to remind her... She squeezed her eyes closed and pushed aside the thoughts. Then, glaring at the item, she read its tag and snorted. Aphrodite's scarf! Figures! Irritated, she balled it up and shoved it in her pocket. She was NOT going to leave this attic without stealing something. And part of her didn't want to leave that scarf just lying around. She would decide what to do with it later. She glanced at Paul nervously, but the scarf still wasn't affecting her and he wasn't watching her either. She sighed with relief. 

Then a strange feeling started to come over her. A tingly feeling. But it wasn't the way the scarf had made her feel. This was something else. However, it still freaked her out so much that she rushed down the ladder without even thinking. All of the sudden she was on the ground floor and ready to flee. But Paul's voice stopped her in time. Oops, what was she doing?! Instinct had taken over. She spun, heart racing. "Shh! Hurry!" she called, pitching her voice so that hopefully only he could hear it. She was beginning to realize what she was feeling. Mr. D hadn't teleported back into the house yet, but somehow she could tell he was coming. Or maybe it was just the approach of Chiron? Either way she didn't want to be here to find out. Not with the stolen items in their possession... that would be hard to lie their way out of. Though if she did get caught, she'd do her best to them out of it.