Hermione shook her head. Only one of the things he'd listed required the use of magic, so clearly it wasn't necessary in order for him to enjoy his life. How was she supposed to respond? She couldn't just let him believe this kind of rubbish, but he wasn't even listening!
"Do you need magic to watch Quidditch?" she asked, looking back at him now, though her voice remained small. "Or to look at plants, or to write letters? We can find a way to get you to the greenhouses, an escort maybe. You haven't lost everything, at all! I've lost a way of doing things. That's all.
"Come on. Get out of here with me. We can get you settled back into your old dorm, with your old friends. Or we can get you a new one I guess, but you have to start talking to people again. Trust me, you'll feel better!" She fervently hoped he couldn't hear the desperation in her voice.