Hermione didn’t consider herself a person who was easily embarrassed. Maybe she had been in the past, when she was younger, but the years had given her some strength in that regard. Harry, Ron and she had faced so many dangers, so many death threats, that the mundane things of everyday life were, in principle, seen in a different light — how could she be nervous about an oral presentation in class when she had faced a twelve feet tall troll when she was eleven, and a dangerous werewolf when she was thirteen?