            Hermione toyed with her plate, letting the porcelain scrape against the wooden tabletop. "Like I should be crying, but I’m not. Or like I should be running away...but I can’t do that either." She let out a shaky sigh and raised her eyes to meet his. All of the earlier amusement was gone, replaced by tender sincerity. "We’re all so bloody calm. It doesn’t make sense."