Blaise snorted next to her, though the sound was more good natured than mean spirited. "Of course you are. Why am I not shocked?" Hermione only shook her head, rubbing her hands over her face. She grimaced as the electric, tingly sensation intensified at the contact. She put her thoughts in some semblance of an order, mentally sorting through things she knew she could say; things she might be able to say; and things she knew she couldn't say. Taking a deep breath, she began slowly.