More silence followed this little speech. Harry continued to stare ahead, not daring to meet dead, cold looking eyes. Hermione was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn’t a dunderhead. Harry knew she was brilliant. He wondered if Hermione was like this in all classes, her thirst to prove herself in a world that hadn't been hers until recently overshadowing common sense. McGonagall, she probably loved Hermione's enthusiasm. Flitwick, maybe even Binns. Snape would not tolerate it. She was too far away for Harry to explain this to her. 