When Hermione awoke, she was sitting in her chair, leaning forward on her desk, her head on her arm, and a small piece of paper on the desk in front of her. She sat up slowly, reaching a hand to her neck and being surprised to encounter a scarf. Below the fabric, she could feel how tender the skin was as she cleared her throat. It was rough and hoarse, and hurt to swallow. She reached forward and picked up the scrap of paper, unfolding it to read its contents.