Hermione sat on her couch, hair piled up on her head, with her wand jabbed through. She felt comfy in her joggers and the ginormous hoodie that Mike had left (she’d stolen). Her laptop was positioned in front of her on the sofa. She was sitting in a way that would ensure she'd have immediate back problems before going to bed. One leg bent, one foot on the sofa with her knee stuffed in her armpit and her spine curved for maximum discomfort.