            Hermione whipped back around, but the Veil was no different. Silent once again. With a tight frown, Hermione yanked open the door and stepped into the black, marble hallway that would take her back to the rest of the department. Ridiculous, Hermione thought as she marched down the hall. She had just been spending too much time in the Death Room, her brain had started playing tricks. She had visited the room daily for nearly four months, and not once had the Veil spoken to her. Not that she expected it to—not that she wanted it to. Death was something far away from this world, something she wanted absolutely nothing to do with for a long time. Hermione Granger did not believe in an afterlife, and she certainly did not believe that someone over there wanted her.