Hermione’s mind went to the pile of books that greeted her at the foot of her bed on the bench when she returned to her rooms just after lunch the day before. She had read them closely, even through dinner when the house elf had to bring her a platter of the food she had missed. She went as far as reading them, while eating, up until she had passed out at the table before the fireplace where her platter of food and books had been. Later that night, when she had woken from the discomfort her position she had been sleeping in had given her, she pulled herself to bed and promised herself more reading the next day.