"I can’t believe that woman," Hermione practically growled, aggressively scooping a serving of shepherd's pie onto her plate, "How could Dumbledore do this to us?! And in our OWL year! And with what’s happening outside of the castle!" Harry flinched back in time to avoid minced lamb in his hair, "Sorry," Harry held up a hand of acceptance, too busy scoffing down his own shepherd’s pie.