Hermione shook her head, despairing at Harry’s habit of jumping to conclusions before he knew any of the facts. Sometimes he leaped before he looked, and in that he reminded Hermione uneasily of Sirius. Harry was too quick to take risks, to make assumptions – to charge in blindly before having a concrete plan. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, wild tangles of hair coming loose from the bun at the back of her head and falling around her face. She brushed them off impatiently, tucking the wayward locks behind her ears and crossing her arms over her chest again.