It took Hermione only one week at Mahoutokoro for her robes to change from the pale pink of new students to the rich gold of advanced magic practitioners. No one was surprised. She was a decorated war hero, a top marked Hogwarts student, and the Brightest Witch of her Age. But despite her success she felt more alone than ever. The students here had been with each other since the age of seven and boarding together since the age of eleven. Everyone Hermione had spent her adolescent years with was either back in the UK or...dead.