There was nothing remarkable about the space. Just a small wardrobe, a single bed and a little wooden table with rickety legs. Exhausted and excited about the prospect of sleeping in an actual bed again, Hermione slipped between the sheets with a sigh. She tossed and turned to try to find the most comfortable position. As tired as she was, she knew that once she fell asleep she'd likely be in that same position for hours. Pushing her hand underneath her pillow, her fingers brushed against a piece of parchment. She pulled it out to discover a hastily written note in handwriting she never forgot.