At eight-thirty in the morning on Saturday, the archives were blessedly empty. Hermione had a tea in one hand, a coffee (two milks) in the other, and a spelled satchel holding all the books she’d borrowed. This afternoon, she would be packing up many of her things from the house she’d shared with Ron, and bringing them to her parents’ instead. She’d decided not to bring the books with her: they were safer in the archives, and she was determined not to let herself use her research to distract herself over the holidays. She would be with her parents, sink back into their day-to-day Muggle routines, and focus on the hard work of healing.