Hermione couldn't believe that she was running towards what she was previously running away from.
It was a realization that she was more worried than she was supposed to be. He needed her? Why? Is it something serious? It couldn't be right?
All these questions got jumbled up in her mind as she rode with Zolan on his horse while on their ride back to the Royal Castle.
Finally the long wait was over when they arrived at the Royal Castle.
Hermione found herself rushing forward before Zolan even got down from his horse.
"Miss Larabee, you are in a hurry." he insinuated.
Hermione looked at him with a completely masked but worried expression. She tried her best to hold it in but it was spilling out of control.
"Is it serious?" she found her tongue moving on its own.
"He's not quite himself." Zolan replied alighting from his horse, moving past her he strolled forward letting her follow behind.
