Her legs led her along the corridor and to the Great Hall. The two massive doors that led to the hall were open, and the quiet din of conversation and silverware against china could be heard. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she edged closer. It felt as if once she crossed the threshold, it was an acknowledgement that this was  real . That this was really happening and for some reason, Hermione was not rousing from this dream anytime soon.