"You're a prat all the time, no matter what shape you take."

Hermione leans into the touch all the same, breathing out a little. She feels worlds better, now, like all the weight has been lifted from her shoulders. She faced Alyosha, she claimed back what little honour she had left, she had Harry back with her... Everything felt better, now, as if she could breath again. Reaching out, she squeezes his hand again before she smiles, her eyes flickering over him.

"Maybe you can tell me about this magic you've been learning? And I can show you my animal form."