The commentary on the Quidditch match continued blasting from the the wireless while Hermione's mind traveled back to the previous summer. Yet again she was grateful that she'd been found in her delirium by someone who didn't wish her ill. Before she could progress very far in her depressing reminiscences, a loud knock at the door startled them all. Knowing it could only be one other person, and one she hated at that, Hermione's lip curled up in a scowl.