To her credit, she thinks. She runs back over the last year, all her wartime and post-war achievements. A few stick out, of course. Voldemort’s death should be a clear one, but it’s marred with grief and exhaustion. Her return to Hogwarts had been bittersweet as well. She’d craved the escapism of her studies, and the familiar comfort of the castle, but it hadn’t ever matched the excited butterflies of first year.