Hermione Granger looked flushed and her hair wild. Well, wilder than her normal standards. She kept her gaze straight ahead, but her hunched shoulders indicated she was listening to the calamity around her. A white-knuckle grip could be seen clearly from where he sipped his coffee leisurely. Curiosity piqued his interest in her foul mood. What could make the swot extraordinar so unhappy, given everyone is talking about a school-related topic for once?