There were so many, Hermione thought to herself. So many things she saw or felt and kept to herself. Despite her reputation as a chatterbox, she didn’t often share what went on inside her heart, just her brain—she assumed no-one would be interested. Besides, her emotions often lied to her, fickle little things, and therefore could not be trusted: facts were facts, and things she learned from books were always safe topics of conversation. Emotions were more difficult to explain: at least, Harry and Ron always made her feel that way.