He was leaving her, so she would leave him behind, too. She began walking. The walls and floors dissolved into motes of light and swirls of power. Hermione did not look back. He was Vulcan, so certain of his logic that he rarely considered other options. Her strides became longer, faster. He was so fixed on his path that no one could deter him. Tears were pouring down her face now. If she looked back she would break down and weep hysterically. She did have her pride and was determined not to let him see that.