Practically dragging along her bag, holding tight to Harry's hand and not willing to let go. She has no idea what is going on but if this is real, they're in trouble.

"Have you thought maybe it's a dream? It could be that we're trapped in a memory, maybe?" She wishes she had a clue, that she was sure of that because none of it feels like a dream. It's feels so real and she isn't sure what to make of that. How it's even possible?

Hurry close to Harry, wanting to be behind a locked door, to be safe from all of this, all that it is. At least until they can try and make sense of any of it.