She folded her robe and laid it on the bench. She forced herself to ignore the boy’s presence and concentrate on what she had to do. Broom. She needed a broom. Hermione looked around and caught sight of some cupboards. They were quite tall. That must be where the brooms were. She approached, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the place. She couldn’t help but feel an uncomfortable itch on the back of her neck, continually reminding her that she wasn’t alone there. She walked over to one of the cupboards and took the handle between her fingers, opening it a crack.