Hermione’s apathetic mood, already quite low, plummeted. She felt the weight of guilt descend her shoulders. The lump of anguish twisting her throat. The sting of tears in her eyes. It was stupid to feel like crying over something like this. For the fact that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to catch the Snitch and put it away again after that impromptu training session. But she felt she was beginning to reach her limit.