[ Hermione remembers so much anger and frustration during the months upon months she spent in the Drabwurld, and it's not easier in hindsight. Knowing how she could have made better choices, stronger choices, made the decision to walk the right path... It's horrible to think about.
The point is, she supposes, that there wasn't a right path at the time. There's what she knew and what she didn't know, and she had to go with what she thought was the best way.
Closing her eyes, she leans against Caster gently. ]
He was my best friend. I loved him, I really did, more than he really knew what to do with.
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[ Hermione remembers so much anger and frustration during the months upon months she spent in the Drabwurld, and it's not easier in hindsight. Knowing how she could have made better choices, stronger choices, made the decision to walk the right path... It's horrible to think about.
The point is, she supposes, that there wasn't a right path at the time. There's what she knew and what she didn't know, and she had to go with what she thought was the best way.
Closing her eyes, she leans against Caster gently. ]
He was my best friend. I loved him, I really did, more than he really knew what to do with.