"How–I don’t understand." She shook her head and squeezed her eyes closed, the tears slipping through and down her cheeks. A blush seeped up her neck and up to her face, a slow burn until it came to a boil and blew the lid off. Hermione tossed the letter to the table between her and Harry and Theo. Standing slowly, she paced the length of the room, stopping before the window. "You’ve known for two weeks, and you–what? You’re just now deciding to tell me? Why didn’t you tell me immediately?" 