It was eight in the evening and everyone had been called to the kitchen so they could discuss all the plans as a whole before everyone would finally be dismissed. Hermione hated it. She wasn’t even a part of the Order anymore, and yet there she was, forced to sit through Dumbledore’s drivel because she was there to support Snape in any way she could. She didn’t know if Snape knew her reasons for continuing to attend with him every day, but she hoped one day, if they both survived, the reasons would be clear.