Hermione looked down at her hands on the table as Dumbledore spoke, and didn't. She knew well enough that the Headmaster would go on with whatever he'd come here to say. Besides, what sort of answer could they give? Had they recovered? No, not really. They hadn't given themselves time to mourn. And she felt guilty, too, that he was coming in at the end of a fight - but that was really Harry's fault, she told herself.