When the natural light began to fade they returned inside. Without the distraction of brewing to distract her, Hermione paced. She counted how many steps it was from the fireplace to the piano, the piano to the dining table, the table to the sofa, the sofa to the door. Still she felt as though she should be afraid. Sometimes she felt like she should be fighting something, trying to leave the Manor. She dismissed this thought. Hermione was sure she just wanted to help Draco. She couldn’t do that without a wand, so what was the point in considering it?