She quickly made up a plate for herself, her appetite having finally decided to appear. She doctored her tea to her liking, selecting a roast beef sandwich and a pair of delicate macarons, and sunk into the window seat to eat. Her room overlooked what was clearly the rose garden, charmed to bloom even in winter as it was awash with reds, pinks, yellows and whites. Stone pathways wound between the flowerbeds, and Hermione suspected it was probably a lovely place for a walk in warmer weather. 