Of course, she knew better than to think he would be worried about her, but maybe today could be one of those good, quiet days. Aberforth tended to be at his most manageable in the aftermath of peril. Maybe he took the time alone to contemplate, like old men were wont to do. Hermione didn’t understand the practice, herself. Growing up in constant danger, always ready to fight and to run, Hermione rarely felt the need to process traumatizing events like she suspected Aberforth did. One day, someday, it would catch up to her, but not yet.