She wasn't sure how long she'd been outside staring at the ocean. A while. Standing next to the water always made her feel so small. There was a time that it frightened her, made her feel insignificant and weak. The sound of a throat softly being cleared steps away shook her out of her thoughts. She didn't expect it to be Mr. Akingbade. When their eyes met, he smiled warmly, dispelling any concerns that he was there to cause her harm. Hermione didn't realize until that moment how on edge she'd been. Nor did she know how long exactly she'd been feeling that way.