I guess im giving a progress report a lot sooner than I had anticipated. Hasn’t even been a week. I lazily get dressed and walk through to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Grangers door is open just enough to tell she is also up and getting dressed. I spit the toothpaste out and go sit on my new favourite armchair. She emerges, hair same as always, tendrilled, wand sticking out of half of her mane piled atop her head. She sports the largest black knitted sweater? Dress? I have ever seen. The sleeve of her right arm pushed up to her elbow, left sleeve left to dangle down to her hand. Ripped black stockings, clearly no effort for order anymore. Cant imagine Granger wearing ripped stockings ever before now. She had big chunky boots on too. All black. Well, at least it was neutral. She stills upon seeing me and I nod at her, stand and walk over to the entrance before looking back, cocking my brow as if to ask, "coming?" she nods and we walk in silence to the great hall.