Sirius had kept his distance from Hermione, hardly uttering more than two words to her around the house, but seemingly didn’t have any problem with Remus or Draco which, to her, meant that Remus had lied when he said that Sirius wasn’t mad. His birthday had been the day before and although everyone had agreed to postpone celebrations until the weekend when they were throwing his party, Hermione still wanted to celebrate him in some way. She cooked all day, baked him a cake, wrote to McGonagall and asked if Ginny could Floo home for dinner so the whole family was there, and cobbled together her sincerest apologies for whatever it was that she did that hurt his feelings. The food, the cake, Ginny, it had all been a waste because he never showed.