[ Hermione hadn't been sure how to handle the harp music. She's been around the idea of things happening in dreams before, the power of it, the pulse of something drawing her back into sleep, but she had never felt the visions outside of her sleeping thoughts. The harp music follows her, makes her anxious and uncomfortable, and it had affected everything and everyone she had met. All she could do was bury herself in her books, forcing herself to shove herself into it, to feel it, to try and understand it -- even as she realises, slowly, that being awake isn't doing anything to make it go away. If anything it just makes it all the stronger.
It doesn't take her too long to find her way to Remus' room, to knock before she pokes her head inside. It's been a little while since she last saw him and she's worried, anxious about the impact the music might have had on him considering the weight of it on her. He looks so tired, so exhausted, that it makes her heart ache as she shuts the door behind her, walking over to brush her fingers over Padfoot's head and stroke behind his ears before she leans down, her arm sliding around Remus' body as she looks over at him.
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It doesn't take her too long to find her way to Remus' room, to knock before she pokes her head inside. It's been a little while since she last saw him and she's worried, anxious about the impact the music might have had on him considering the weight of it on her. He looks so tired, so exhausted, that it makes her heart ache as she shuts the door behind her, walking over to brush her fingers over Padfoot's head and stroke behind his ears before she leans down, her arm sliding around Remus' body as she looks over at him.
Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and gentle. ]
Hi, Remus. How are you?