Hermione looked around at her new room and relaxed finally. She had been tense ever since her sorting, not even relaxing when Ron had joined her. Somehow she had gotten even more tense, which she didn't think was possible when the prefects had announced that she would have to find a group of three to four to form a room. The fact that the group could be boys or girls was a bit weird to Hermionie. The panic that had been building had almost exploded out and she had been struggling to not run from the room. But luckily she had managed to keep herself together long enough for Harry Potter to come to her rescue, well technically he had come to Ron's aid and then Ron had come to her rescue but at the time she didn't care and now as she stood staring at her own room, she didn't know what she felt. It was difficult sorting out what was excitement and what was fear, which ones of her concerns were rational and which were widely irrational.