Hermione cautiously moves from the bed, searching the unfamiliar room for any sign of threat. The room is still, quiet but for the sound of birdsong out of the window. She looks out of the window, the writing on the storefront outside causing her heart to drop into her stomach. Hermione backs away in display, catching her reflection in the vanity as she moves. Well,  someone’s  reflection, not her own. Hermione freezes, bringing her hands to her face, and watching as the girl staring back at her does the same. 