Hermione waited for the click of the door before she released a sigh. Theo shouldn’t be her friend. She’d already ruined things with his mates in Slytherin, even though her cousin-of-sorts occasionally spoke to them. Still. They didn’t fit in, really. And no matter how often her only true friend swore he far preferred Ravenclaw’s indifference to the pressures he would have faced in Slytherin, she wasn’t convinced she hadn’t somehow bungled things up.