[Hermione frowns in thought, feeling strangely reluctant to speak openly to him but finding no reason not to.]

As though there's something... missing. Nothing's gone, but something is missing. I still know how to read and write and I can remember meeting you here and such, but... there are just... gaps. I look at people and feel as though I should know more about them, but trying to extend my mind's eye makes the entire thing just dissipate.