            She bade Harry goodbye and gave Ron a chaste kiss before scurrying back towards the lift. No, Hermione thought as she greeted Neville and stepped inside. I won’t go looking for him. But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep my eyes out for a certain blonde head. She was restless, and she was bored, and she was desperate for a solvable puzzle. If the Veil wouldn’t give her one, and if her dreams were too hazy, then she’d just have to find out what Mr. Malfoy was really up to.