"No one in the Order wants him around, and I doubt he wants to be around us either, and the cellar is as good a room as anyone has – it’s a bit cold and draughty, sure, but it’s huge, and he doesn’t even have to share a loo." Harry scrubbed his hand through his hair, true green eyes sincerely puzzled on Hermione’s narrowed, irate glare. "Honestly, Hermione, why do you care so much?"