            Hermione tried to close her eyes, but the scratchiness in her throat itched until she could stand it no more. She padded across the room and slipped out into the living space. Sirius was a dark bundle on the low couch, though he didn’t stir as she tiptoed past. After pointing her wand at the faucet and sending a wordless silencing spell, Hermione let the water gush out. She tested it, letting the icy water pour over her fingers. It felt so good that after gulping down a glass, she flung a handful onto the back of her neck.