            They walked in silence for several minutes, just listening to the crunch of the brown grass, the wind rippling off the sea in the distance. Hermione wrapped her arms around her midsection, trying to suppress the sour taste in her throat. When it grew too unbearable, her pace slowed. "I think I forgot something," Hermione said suddenly. It was odd—like she was hearing herself speak the words, but didn’t feel them on her tongue.