Hermione looked up in surprise as someone ran into her. She was startle when she saw the girl. It's her she thought. It's the girl Harry, Ron, and I were discussing at dinner. "I'm sorry," the girl said in a low voice. Then, she continued to hurry down the hallway.
"Wait," Hermione called out, her voice echoing down the empty corridor. The girl stopped, and without turning, she replied, " I do not wish to be rude, but at the moment, I don't wish to have company. I simply want to be left alone." She continued to walk away, but Hermione stopped her again. "I'm very sorry if you are distressed about something. Perhaps, I can help." The girl turned. She gave a sneer that strongly reminded Hermione of Snape.
She began to walk towards Hermione. Her eyes flashed as she spoke, "Help me? You honestly think you can help me?" Her voice was low but Hermione caught every word. She was shocked by how angry and cold the girls voice sounded. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to offer my help she thought uneasily.
"Y-Yes," she stammered. "At least, I'll try." The girl laughed. The laugh was completely void of happiness. It sounded hollow, and Hermione flinched at the look of pain and anger that shadowed the girls face.
The girl stopped about an inch from Hermione's face. "No one can help me. Unless they can bring my parents back from the dead so I can leave this bloody school, and an uncle who I barely know." Hermione looked totally confused by this point.
"Uncle," she repeated in confusion. The girl hissed, "I am in no mood for nosy questions from you or anyone else, for that matter. Just mind you own business, and stay away from me." Hermione watched in shock as the girl hurried toward the doors leading outside. Then, she turned and walked toward her room.