Hermione felt her heart beat increase within her chest cavity. It was unknown what made her feel nervous.
Was it the crowd's attention on her? Or was it the look Servyn gave her?
Her throat worked in a heavy gulp.
Surely he called her to go towards him, but the strength in her legs was weak, she suddenly felt cramped and unable to move.
Worst of all, the stares, and undoubtedly the glares she was getting from them. Looking back at them made her shiver visibly. Her lower lips hid itself within the clutch of her teeth.
A pair of soft hands grabbed hers, and voluntarily she turned to where she felt the soothing touch. The girl who had walked her here looked at her with a comforting gaze, nodding to her with her smile as though she knew what was going on within her mind.
Hermione blinked, her brows furrowed but she still managed a nod to her in response.
