It was during one of these visits to sit near Hermione's magic that the blueprint of her little project took solid form. It had been circulating in her mind for many, many years. She had started to lose hope that it would ever come to fruition. That there would ever be a situation in which it could be enacted. But here, now? An opportunity. A unique one. A powerful witch, with powerful friends. Airtight motivation. She could see it, taste it. It would happen, she was sure. She needed it to happen. Thus, she needed to prepare. If here was anything she was good at, it was preparation. She stood, dusting off her robes, and left Hermione's magic behind.