The first sensation she could recall was the feel of polished wood against her cheek. It felt cool to the touch. She considered ignoring the fact that what she was doing was clearly wrong to recapture a few more minutes of blessed relaxation. Only when she realized that there were no sounds around her did Hermione begin to worry. The priest was no longer speaking. The congregation no longer singing. She couldn't even hear the ubiquitous clearing of throats that seemed to accompany all gatherings of any size.