[ Hermione lets out a breath of exasperation as though she might argue on the point of her feeling 'rebellious' but it comes out as more of a laugh, humourless.

Of course that's not really it, and she knows Harry's aware of that too.

She gives her notes a narrow-eyed stare for a second before turning to Harry. Oh, she'll conquer those facts. Maybe in another hour or so, even. When it comes to her studies, there's very little that can stand in her way - or her determination. And she's determined not to let this or anything else get in the way of that.

But.

As she looks at Harry, her expression softens, becomes a little less hard-edged with stubborn determination, allowing her own anxieties to leak through - just a bit. ]

Harry. I'm sure I'm not the only one who felt like we were actually doing something with the - [ She leans in, voice lowering. ] D.A.

I suppose I just feel restless. About Professor Dumbledore, about Umbridge ... everything.