Bex-chan

Well, Hermione could safely tell those people that it was all bollocks.

Bollocks. Bollocks. Bollocks.

She was petrified. That's right. Screw the stereotypes that came were her Gryffindor colours, sometimes it was rational to be frightened.

She loved her friends dearly, but if she was right Harry was probably having a mental breakdown every hour, and Ron would most likely be tripping over his own feet.