As usual, Hermione was early. Since Sally Anne had asked her to go to St. Mungos with her, her worries had started escalating and she'd found herself wide awake at 5:00 that morning. So, order to use up some time before she had to meet Sally, she stopped by her office briefly to check on things, then went to get a small cup of tea to try to calm her nerves.
Having lost her magic did not sit well with Hermione at all. She felt defenseless and useless; what would happen if her magic didn't come back? The mere thought made the knot lodged in Hermione's stomach tighten. Add her fears about Hannah and how anyone could be next on top of all that and Hermione's nerves were just about spent.
Hermione was sipping her tea when she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning, she saw Sally Anne, and a small smile graced her lips.
"Sally Anne!" Hermione responded, walking toward the girl. "How are you holding up?" She asked, her tone softening.