Hermione looks over at her with not-quite-surprise, because no one's surprised by things in dreams and because she's distinctly calmer here. For once, she's not exuding an attitude of having her mind on a thousand things at once, flitting anxiously between concerns- rather, she seems focused and in charge of herself.

She's like this in real life sometimes, admittedly- when she feels bravest and brightest.

"Professor," she says, looking delighted. "Gosh, it's wonderful to see you. I've been-"

How has she been?

"-busy," she finishes, eyebrows up, almost wry; it's taken her a while to fully understand humour as a coping mechanism, but a bit of dry understatement never hurt anybody.