Hermione stomped her foot and grabbed her hair that she had kept in a neat bun, pulling it out of place by the handfuls. "AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" If she was being completely honest with herself, she had been more jumpy than usual lately. She was having nightmares ranging from Dolohov hexing her in the Ministry of Magic, to the Basilisk at Hogwarts, to failed field missions and Bellatrix carving "Mudblood in her arm. Hermione felt like she faced a double-edged sword that was going to slice into her anyway. She silently feared that she was going to go mad with stress after the threats started last month, but now she knew she would go mad with boredom.