Hermione nodded, and they went into the fireplace. He took a handful of Floo powder and spoke the address. The Emerald ring on her finger twitched, reminding of itself. She had grown so used to it she didn’t even feel it twirling or warming up because it always did as if it was a living thing. She believed the ring would protest her leaving the Manor and expected pain, but nothing happened, it only kept twitching. The flames swallowed them whole.