Hermione began to follow them, still clutching the tea cup in her hand. The walk from the servants’ quarters to the main manor was much shorter than she had anticipated. She had been sure to memorize every turn they took, the way the different floorboards creak. Hadn’t she determined yesterday that her witts were the only way she’d be able to escape this place. Either that or wait for Ginny’s eventual fight-to-the-death battle plan. 