"Um, back here," Hermione said, gesturing for them to step out of the room, "is your room, next door to me." Opening it, she showed the room. It was plain, with a double bed. A bookshelf and chair stood in one corner, filled with her old children books, along with some medical textbooks that belonged to her parents. There was a chest of drawers, closest to the door, and a box seat where Crookshanks had taken up residence, lying on to get the last of the sunlight.