[ She honestly didn't even hear England climbing the stairs; her attention was entirely focused on leaving and, actually, finding her way back out and away to wherever the hell Draco Lucius Prat Malfoy was. Hermione hadn't even considered that someone would wander up and run into her - or, as the case may be, trip over her - so she's as shocked as England is when they collide.
Turning, her eyes widen even as she shakes her head out of her grogginess, reaching out to steady both herself and the man, her cheeks flushing a little. At least it puts a little bit of colour back into her skin, even as she forces her hands not to shake as she gathers herself.
Sickness is no reason to be rude, after all. ]
No, no, it's alright - it was my fault. I'm really sorry, I'm just so tired...
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Turning, her eyes widen even as she shakes her head out of her grogginess, reaching out to steady both herself and the man, her cheeks flushing a little. At least it puts a little bit of colour back into her skin, even as she forces her hands not to shake as she gathers herself.
Sickness is no reason to be rude, after all. ]
No, no, it's alright - it was my fault. I'm really sorry, I'm just so tired...
[ She offers him a soft, nervous smiles. ]