"Hermione, my dear." Mrs Weasley’s voice broke into Hermione’s memory-looping mind and her arms were warm around Hermione’s shoulders as she gently embraced her. Her motherly hands rubbed Hermione’s back as she pulled Hermione out of the foyer, back into the dining room – away from Malfoy. It took a while for the panic attack to pass and Hermione’s mind to focus once more. When she finally looked up with clear eyes she was sitting at the table again, her wand on the tabletop, Mrs Weasley crouched by her side.