            Of course, option C had nagged her the most—was still nagging her, even though it had been a couple hours since lunch. It also brought up the pesky problem of why she wanted Sirius back so badly, and what she’d do if, God forbid, the man stumbled back into the land of the living. Hermione had already considered Sirius’s easy way of comforting those around him, but she could help but feel there was something...more. Something itching inside her brain that refused further acknowledgement. Something about the man’s smell, his smile...