An explosion of sound greeted this news, as everyone began speaking at once, theories and questions mingling and becoming incomprehensible. Hermione sat stock-still, breathing evenly in through her nose and out through her mouth as she struggled to calm her racing heart. She briefly closed her eyes, listening to the cacophony around her as she clenched her hands together in her lap. The longer she listened, the more individual voices she could make out. There was Ron, bellowing about putting together a search party. On her other side was Hannah Abbott, wondering what they would do if Voldemort had somehow gotten hold of him. Further down the table, Dean Thomas was echoing Hannah’s concerns. 