Hermione had surprised herself by forgetting about Lupin's condition. She didn't think forgetting was a bad thing per say, since she just viewed him as a normal person like anyone else. But she was still interested to know more about him as long as she wasn't prying or anything. He began to talk about how he grew up like her and how he loved to read and how James came into his life. She thought about Ron, he was trouble too. Harry wasn't as much trouble, even though some outsiders might think otherwise. She was sorry to hear that his parents scared him but his condition was a serious one. In her mind, things had turned out okay, he was still pretty successful and happy. Sort of. “I think all things considered...you’re very accomplished and your parents would be very proud of you, at who you’ve become and helped along the way.” Hermione said carefully.

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“A book?” He repeated. The Doctor wasn’t sure if any of his previous companions had ever written a book but it would be pretty interesting. Though he also wasn’t sure if he liked the idea. It could be a very cool book but at the same time, something about the idea didn’t sit well with the man. He took another drink from his tea, watching Rose. Hearing about what happened had been quite an earful but he was a lot happier to know a bit more backstory with everything that had taken place. Still, it was just a story to him, since he hadn’t been there to experience it all with her, even if he had been in another dimension. The Doctor grabbed a small cherry sort of pastry and popped it in his mouth. “Mmm, very good.” He sand and slid the other one toward her. "Try one." He said. "Unless...you're allergic?" He asked her, a bit curious.