Hermanonie stumbled into Red Group's room. She seemed unsteady.
"What has happened?" Harry asked.
"Shut up Harry, if I had wanted your opinion, I would have asked." she replied.
"What is an opinion?" Frognal whispered to himself quietly, asking himself.
He asked himself, but he did not know. Opinions sound expensive.
"She seems to have rushed back from somewhere." Ghosty said to Harry.
"She seems to have rushed back from somewhere." Harry repeated.
"Harry, can you just stop talking, it's making the air more stupid" she said.
"Yes." Harry responded.
Hermanonie rushed to her curtained bedspace. It could be said she was frantic, but maybe she was just highly caffeinated. Harry and Frognal exchanged confused looks, and then Harry and Ghosty exchanged confused looks too. Frognal looked at the lamp, confused.
The mystery of Hermanonie's escapades would linger in the air, desiring explanation, but she stayed in her curtain house and would not come out when Frognal knocked on the curtain wall. Interestingly, touching the curtain shocked Frognal like an electric fence but he did not react. Perhaps he doesn't feel pain as he doesn't know what a feeling is. Not in a sociopathic way, but in an empty brained kind of way. His hair was charged upwards looking like an anime character; red, spiky, a little smokey too.
Harry looked at the curtain and wondered if he should ask Hermanonie what happened, or whether she would just shout at him again. Harry did not like being shouted at very much. It reminded him of home, he liked to be reminded of his old life, even though it was terrible. A terrible life is only terrible if its a life you didn't think was normal.