Standing away from the noise and crowd, half-hidden in shadow, Hermione almost appreciated her status as a nonexistent being. She could wander where she wished, read whatever she liked in the library—the Restricted Section opened to her beautifully—and eat whatever she wanted from the kitchens. As far as imprisonment went, this wasn’t too horrible. She felt a jolt of guilt at the idea; wherever Harry and Ron were, their experiences were likely not this peaceful.