The judge called a brief recess after Harry. Hermione remained in her seat. She had no desire to mingle with anyone. Nervous butterflies zoomed about her stomach. She wanted this day over. At least Ron wasn't sitting there smug, expecting someone to swoop in and save him at the last minute. Marcus brought her a small glass of water. He rubbed small circles on her back. She pondered who could be next for the defense. She suspected she would be last for the prosecution.