[ Hermione can't really forget the calibrations or the way she acted as part of her own room; she had been so cool, aloof, almost, distant from herself, ignoring the pain of her own memories as she locked herself away in her office. It's bizarre, she thinks, that it was so unlike herself but so true to some parts that she didn't really want to face. Sometimes she did get like that - so buried in her own work, so focussed on things she had to do that she forgot about everything else.

Glancing over, Hermione hesitates for a moment. She doesn't know what to do, and while she can feel her own discomfort she's glad that Ignis took the time out to track her down. She'd have found it hard to go and face him herself, despite how much she wanted to see him, and it's frustrating to be faced by her own weaknesses all over again. She had thought she was stronger, after all this time.

Fiddling idly with the cake in her hands, Hermione breathes out before she pushes herself up, putting her book down to one side and settling down in the chair opposite Ignis. She could sit and fiddle or she could face this properly, and she knows which one she would prefer to do. ]

I appreciate it all the same. I really would have forgotten.

[ She hesitates, again, before - ]

Some of the things you saw, Ignis... I'm sorry. No one should have had to see those memories.