The silence was complete, unnerving Hermione. It wasn't one of admiration or even surprise. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to interpret the expressions of the other students. It didn't take long, for such looks were familiar to her. During her years with Harry she'd witnessed suspicion and fear, on the micro and macro scale. Very rarely had these emotions been directed at her, and that in itself was new. Hermione shifted in her seat, struggling to act as if she didn't notice or care. She wasn't sure whether she had succeeded.