"Is everything alright?" Hermione asked Ottilia who was in quite a forlorn mood.
"I'm fine." She offered a tight smile.
Hermione stared at her for a while, she knew she wasn't. It was all a lie.
"What's wrong? Tell me the problem." She phrased soothingly, trying to compel her to speak about what was weighing her down.
Ottilia turned towards her. "You don't have to worry, Hermione. I'm fine." She smiled at her again, but made sure to make this one more natural and genuine.
Regardless, Hermione eyed her suspiciously, and then she lowered her head. "I'm sorry." She muttered in a low tone.
Ottilia's brows wrinkled. "For what?" She was puzzled.
With her head still down, Hermione mumbled. "I'm sorry because I can't provide that trust for you to tell me what's bothering you. I'm not of any help to your bad moods."
"What?" Ottilia was slightly taken aback by what she said. Is that how she had been feeling all this while?
