Three days later, his best friend emerged. Until now, she had taken breakfast, lunch and tea in the library. Even getting her out to join them for diner had been a struggle. Harry had let her be, too familiar with that mannerism. He was currently lounging around in the extensive garden, enjoying the laziness of the summer holidays. He was debating how he should approach a certain Potion Master when a shadow fell over his face. Taking in her outfit and rucksack, he frowned, "You're leaving."