Exhaling a deep, if not quite cleansing breath, Hermione sighed and hunched forward back over the desk and her documents, putting quill to paper. She had to finish this postcard and accompanying letter to Harry – it might be cheap, and clearly quite overdue, but things had just been so busy since she and Ron had landed here some weeks ago and tracked down her parents. Hermione simply hoped that her best mate would understand her tardiness, if not exactly her tackiness. A month traveling and living abroad, and if the only word she had to show for her correspondence efforts to friends was a silly postcard with a seaside view and a cute little koala bear on the front, she would probably be annoyed too, if she was the one waiting to receive word.