Hermione gave a simple nod trying not to allow her mind to go back to bits of the war that she rather forget. Yes, there had been several victories for them, but there had been just as many let downs.
As Penelope spoke, Hermione wished she had her quill and parchment with her. She mentally noted to look up dreams that jump scenes. Surely between all these small details something would come to light. Since her morning exchange with Harry Hermione had heard rumors that a body had been found in the Department of Mysteries. It had just heightened her resolve to look into these dreams. She had a nagging feeling that the two were intricately related.
"It makes complete sense," Hermione assured her. "It seems each of us had strikingly familiar yet completely individualized experiences."