Hermione didn't look like she believed him, but she let it drop. The boisterous noise increased as they got nearer to the Great Hall, and Harry's scar throbbed at each high-pitched sound that rose above the chatter. Once they were sat in their usual places, Harry pulled the nearest dish to serve himself, not even noticing what it was. He ate mechanically, hardly aware of what he was doing even as he got up and followed Ron and Hermione to the dungeons. He abruptly came to himself at the sound of raised voices.