Hermione wondered what it was like to have someone that devoted to making sure you met your potential. She thought her parents had sent her to boarding school mostly to get her out of their hair. And Ron and Harry had never really liked her for more than homework help while they were in lower school. They didn’t mind her hanging about while they talked about their work in the Serious and Organised Crime Command of the Metropolitan Police, watched football on the telly or went to the pub, but they certainly weren’t interested in her physics research. They’d never even tried to understand unless it was Ron trying to get her to tell him whether or not scientists really believed in extraterrestrials. She’d like to kick whoever let him watch that film about alien conspiracies.