Hermione finally calmed down enough to take a good look around the room that was hers now. It was decorated in shades of blue from the light winter sky walls to the rich cornflower blue bedspread. The curtains and cushion in the window seat matched the curtains in the common room, and the built-in bookshelves (all mostly empty), floors, and furniture were all a warm pinewood. A large silver guilt mirror stood in one corner near a door that she assumed lead to the closet. The nightstands held lamps with stained glass shades. Aside from the furniture- she could see the mirror having belonged to Narcissa at one point- the room was bare of any personal touch leftover from it’s prior inhabitants. Though larger and obviously newly furnished it wasn’t unlike her bedroom at the cottage which was also done up in shades of blue. She walked over to the bed and dropped her beaded bag on it. That little bag had been her constant companion during the year she spent on the run with Ron and Harry. It carried all the necessities for a week away- including instant coffee, cash (both muggle and wizard types), and several days worth of military style meals. She carried a small tent as well. She had just recently removed those vital documents and irreplaceable things that were better suited to pride of place in her home. 