She put off going through her mother's jewelry until the 8th. Every time she thought about it or started to, her stomach twisted, her mouth went dry, and her breathing turned shallow. When she backed off the symptoms stopped. She remembered as a young child being enthralled with the beauty inside those chests. But at some point, she felt like a child pretending. She would never be a beauty, she knew her looks were at best pleasant. The glittering jewels were wasted on her. Giving herself a stern pep talk she marched into her parent's room and flung open the door of the standing jewelry chest. Maybe she should shrink it and bring the whole thing? No need to go through it. No amount of fancy wrapping would hide her flaws. She would never have anyone to appreciate it. She shouldn't flaunt her wealth in front of those that had less. She shook her head again and ignoring the thrum of her head, thrust her hand in and blindly picked up the first thing she came to. Delicate filigree gold wrapped around brown oval stones. She thought they might be chocolate diamonds. A crest stamped just about the stone's webbed cage caught her eye. For a moment her mind couldn't process what she was looking at. Her heartbeat hammered in her head. She struggled to take a deep breath. A flash of light startled her. She looked again. A very tiny badger looked back. The crest of Helga Hufflepuff shone on the earrings. Hermione staggered backward as a flood of memories washed over her.