She knew that whatever relationship the two of them had was complicated to say the least. Were they friends? Colleagues? Comrades? Acquaintances? Part of her feared the moment he would catch up with her again at the same time that she began to hope that he would. Loneliness was clearly getting to her. Nine months completely alone could addle anyone's brain. After all, she was still having fits of conscience when she was seriously considering returning to Hogsmeade for no other reason than at least she wouldn't have to keep walking.