 The tears kept streaming down her face as Hermione walked back to the Common Room, but she didn’t pay attention to the heads turning at her silent sobs. The news of Ron’s poisoning had already spread through Hogwarts, and they all knew why she was crying, but what people thought didn’t matter to her while Ron was unwell. The corridors were dark and mostly empty at this time of the evening. Hermione stared at the floor, her shoulders stiff and her hands balled into fists at her sides, as she walked along the corridors and up the stairs, but one of the onlookers made her raise her head.