How had she been? My, what a loaded question. The polite, socially acceptable response was easy. 'I'm fine, thank you for asking'. 'I'm a bit chilly, I think I'll make some tea when I get home. Would you like some?' Or there was the honest one. The 'the DA has become a joke, I think Harry is going to do something drastic, my relationship with my parents is nonexistent, I think that Draco Malfoy might actually be a good person, I got drunk for the first time in years a few nights ago, it's my period so I'm cramping, I don't know how to talk to Ron about anything, and the people who live above us won't stop fighting'.
Which one to pick? Hermione put on her best trooper smile, shifting her briefcase slightly. "As well as one might expect," she said with a vague shrug, clutching her scarf around her neck. They walked under a light for a moment, and Hermione could have sworn that more than two shadows had been cast on the wall for a few moments. But she must have just been seeing thing.
"What about you? I don't think I've been to one of your matches since school," she said.