The longer she dwelled on the possibilities to explain why he'd behaved so strangely, the more annoyed and frustrated she became. When had her life become so void of any excitement that she had to pick apart the words a wizard uttered like some sixth year schoolgirl? With no promises of Ginny returning to inform her whether or not she would be taught to cloak her magic, Hermione knew that she needed some fresh air. The canvas walls were apt to drive her crazy if she stayed within them much longer.