            Hermione unstuck her gaze from the lift across the atrium. They’d just come from the floo, the boys still brushing ash from their robes. Bodies and memos hurried all around her, voices flying past both ears so fast she couldn’t keep up. Fortunately, the scramble of Monday morning left only an occasional lingering gaze on the trio. Not even Dumbledore’s favorites warranted more when there was work to be done and places to rush off to.