"That’s.. That’s not.." she released a heavy sigh. "I’m not sure what to think." Her eyes left mine and landed on the ground. Not wanting to ruin her thoughts, I remained quiet. Taking very small sips of the wine that I had neglected. The taste had already started to stale. I kept drinking it so I wouldn’t bother the house elves. "There’s a lot that I am not sure of. Not necessarily about anything you explained. But more about what it means for us. When I last saw you,  Hermione , was when you left.. Retrieve the grimoire."