The following day, he would not find Hermione in the Great Hall for breakfast. They did not have many classes together, so he found he had to wait until Advanced Potions to catch up with her again. She was waiting in the hallway with her friends— were Potter and Weasley  really  her friends, though? If she were truly some lost soul in this world, did any of them mean something to her? Did any of the time spent here influence her in any way? With her arms folded across her stomach, she looked a touch exhausted and impatient. Lost in thought. Present but not truly  here.  