Little Posy leapt up from her chair at the table to rush across the room. Her tiny arms wrapped around a startled Hermione's waist. She practically sobbed into her stomach that she was glad she was back. She had been afraid that she would never see her again. It was sweet, if a bit dramatic. Heightened emotions were common in girls her age. There was no reason for her to worry. She hadn't been gone long at all. The problem with a small village with a mostly idle population was that rumors could spread fast and furiously. There was no way to tell how skewed the version of events really got before they reached Posy's sensitive little ears.