Who: Harry and fifth year Hermione What: being extraordinarily confused When: Monday evening Where: the hallways Rating: low
He really just wanted to leave and get back to his other life. Was everything just on hold there? Had Harry disappeared from there entirely, or continued on, oblivious to his other existence here? What was Voldemort doing? He had never felt more useless in his life. Now he knew how Sirius had felt at Grimmauld - but, no, he couldn't think of Sirius right now. Not after what Hermione had told him. Harry was grieving for his godfather, and he wasn't even dead yet where Harry was from. But he would be, all too soon.
Harry was walking back from dinner when he spotted Hermione. He knew she was staying here too, and he should have invited her to eat with him. He felt a little guilty as he walked over to her. Guilty for being such a depressed recluse.
"Hey," he said quietly to her. She looked a little different from the other day. Harry couldn't place exactly why.