Wand in a hip holster, all clad in leather with her braid draping over her right shoulder; Hermione would have looked almost like a warrior woman, a Joan of Arc – if it wasn’t for her frightened brown eyes set in her frightened white face. She frowned at her reflected self and headed out her bedroom door, in the armour that felt heavy and strange, worrying about Draco, and Harry, and everyone else involved, including herself.