Luckily - for poor Neville at least - the door opened just then, breaking the throbbing energy that Harry was pulsing Hermione's way. Unluckily, Enola came in, looking fitful. She had a nasty bruise on her cheek, and a slight limp, but she was chipper about all that. Hermione smiled weakly up at her, apologetic and still fitfully guilty. Enola leant down and squeezed Hermione comfortingly on the shoulder, letting her know that all was forgiven without needing to say the words.