Pansy had picked up a twig from the ground and snapped it in two. She had recognized Hermione's pained and distant stare and had thought it best to keep quiet until she reemerged. It took a minute, but when Hermione's eyes finally cleared, Pansy reached over and rubbed her back gently. Hermione twitched but didn't jump—she turned to Pansy as if she had forgotten she was even there.