Hermione thought she would feel a chill, thought she would get a dark flashback of the gloomy night she had last been in the atrium during the battle against Percy and Shacklebolt, but life had seemingly reverted to normal. She hoped that Theo would respond to her owl soon; she couldn’t help but notice the way the faces in the crowd gawked at her, some with sympathy and others with disappointment. The Daily Prophet must certainly have been slandering her.