Hermione begins her journey.

So much for staying unnoticed and not talking to anyone.

“I--er--I’m Her--Jean. G-Granger--” she began, but someone cut her off.

“Herjean? What’s a Herjean?” someone asked loudly. Hermione looked up to see James and Peter sniggering behind their books. She could have throttled them. Sirius, she noticed, was intently not looking at her.

“I followed you,” he admitted. Hermione felt confused. “I wanted to apologize, for being so rude to you. The guys really seem to like you, and you’ve won Evans’s approval, so I guess I should be nice, too.”

Hermione closed her eyes again and leaned back against the wall. “You’re making me dizzy, Sirius.”

"You should forgive him. Whatever he's done to you...you should forgive him."

“What happened to you?” Lily wondered, noting Hermione’s still-pink face. Hermione just shook her head.

“Don’t ask,” Hermione replied with a roll of her eyes. In the corner of her eye she saw Sirius and the others sit further down the table.