By the time the bath had cooled, the halflight beyond the flowing curtains brightened with some approximation of morning, and Hermione’s ennui had sharpened into something approaching boredom. Despite the weight on her soul from her circumstances and the residual ache of her injuries,  boredom  was not to be borne. With that, Hermione slipped out of the room and into the hall beyond, noting again the second door next to hers that must lead to the little chamber in which Dobby was knocking about.