She leant back on her chair and gazed at her tent around her. It looked better now that she had unpacked the belongings she carried in her bag, as it always did. Though objects were sparse, the many books piling up in the tent’s shelves and around her table gave it a welcoming feeling reminiscent of her room in her parent’s house so long ago. The few photographs she carried with her—of Harry, Ron, and her parents—adding life to the stark white canvas walls.