Hermione knew she was being maudlin. She hadn’t spoken to Snape in two days, aside from when they were accidentally forced into one another’s presence in the kitchen and he would excuse himself. A cloud of awkwardness had settled over the cottage. She was regretful of the things she had said to Snape. He had been so unfailingly kind and understanding towards her ever since the battle in the forest, and she had repaid him by insulting him and invading his privacy.