            "Oh, yes. Master is in his study" Fisby said, grinning as she held out a hand. Hermione gratefully took it, and a moment later, they popped up into the back parlor. "Master opened the floo for the clever witch, but Fisby sees her outside the gates. Miss is cold?" Before Hermione could reply, Fisby snapped her fingers, and a pleasant wash of warmth swept up her lower legs. Hermione glanced down to find her tennis shoes dry, though her jeans were still ripped and bloodied.