Sometimes you need to just say what’s on your mind. Take the leap and say how you feel. The other person could surprise you. They could say everything you’ve always wanted to hear. Truth is, you never know until you speak up.
It was Hermione. But she didn’t look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently somehow — or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back.