She moved slowly over to the Water altar and carefully placed the green candle into the receptacle that was waiting for it. She had chosen emerald green for the hue, to match Harry’s eye, and now had to select her own personal aspect for the offering. She didn’t feel like crying, so tears were out, and spitting on the altar didn’t strike her as the most respectful way to go. Blood letting seemed the obvious choice, however morbid it sounded, but Hermione didn’t feel that this was quite right, either.