It was Hermione, sitting next to her bed with a worried expression. All at once, and for no particular reason, Lavender felt a surge of fear and adrenaline, the desire to scramble away from her. But why? Lavender thought frantically—why was she afraid of Hermione? She looked exactly the same as she always did. Tired. Sad. Underfed. Like she was carrying around some enormous weight that no one could heft but her.