"What can’t wait until sunrise? It’s nearly three in the bloody morning, for fuck’s sake!" Blaise grumbled, waving his hand in the air, bringing the lamps around the room to life. With the room now illuminated, he looked her full in the face. She knew what he saw, pale skin, deep purple bags under eyes, and a severe frown. His eyes scanned her as he hesitated before reaching out, taking her hands in his. "Hermione. What is it? What's going on?"