Moving back into the tent was a strangely freeing experience. She thought it might be lonely to leave the warm family house to be alone in the tent. There hadn't been a single night that she'd spent inside the old canvas where she was completely alone. Either Harry and Ron had been with her or Antonin and Oliver. Or Draco. It was quiet and comforting. As soon as she had everything packed into her beaded bag and stowed safely on her person, she hadn't hesitated to return to the tent. Leaving her bag within arm's reach, she slipped into her old bunk and was asleep in moments.