A rustling drew her attention to the room beyond; the shuffle was followed by a dull, wooden clack and soft murmuring. Her head spun as she rose, but the throb subsided with a few dizzy, achy steps. Through the gloom of the room, Hermione saw a door she hadn't before, half-hidden behind the dressing screen. More rustling filtered through the wood, and boredom married with curiosity in the first spark of her old self she’d felt since the nightmare of Malfoy’s attentions began.