Her "close friends" weren’t doing much better. Harry was throwing tantrums left and right about not being told things, about being left out, or about just not getting his way. Hormones hit some harder than others. Ron was being his normal, oblivious self; in turns being cold towards her and then begging her for her homework. It didn’t help that her use of the Time-urner, or rather her abuse of the Time-urner, had aged her so that she was two years older than she should be. It wasn’t noticeable from her looks, but she felt it maturity-wise. She was 18 while most of her peers were 15 and she felt every day of those years.