Though she frowned as she followed after him, Hermione didn't seem as though she was necessarily frowning at him. After all, unless something came to light, it wasn't as though any of this was his fault.

"That should be impossible," she murmured. "Time magic is rare and difficult enough; plucking people out of their place and time and setting them down here... did someone break time?" If this had anything to do with the way she'd abused her Time-Turner five years ago....

She didn't that she'd stopped bleeding, or that the stinging had faded away to a mild tingling and itch as it all healed up. Absently scratching at her ear, she looked up at him and tried to return his smile, even if it was understandable preoccupied at the moment. "It's nice to meet you, sir. For what it's worth, I'll even accept a long and drawn-out way to get sent out, so long as it isn't too long. I have an exam tomorrow, and I wouldn't want to miss both the exam and the make-up period."

She was joking, of course. Mostly. At least she'd gotten better about putting her well-being before her grades over the past few years.