Now they were alone, things got more strange than how she thought it to be.
Hermione found her tongue unable to utter a word. For some unknown reasons, she was feeling nervous. Scared, to be exact.
Her heart sped against her ribcage in tremendous waves, her fingers felt like puddle against each other as she busily kept fiddling with them to serve as a distraction.
What bothered her the most was that, now she was aware Servyn could literally feel whatever she was feeling.
Remembering the thought, only made her anxiousness grow times the level it was before.
She didn't know what to say but only walk silently like that by his side. Her mind in disarray.
"Hermione,"
Her body shuddered uncontrollably when she heard him mutter her name. Therefore thawing her off her reverie.
"—Yes," Hermione responded, startled.
Knowing very well that her reaction might displease him, she turned to look at him.