There was no insistent pressure as Crooks attempted to worm his way beneath her covers towards the warmth of her body heat, nor was there any indication that her dorm-mates were up and about. Neither could she hear the soft voice of Madam Pomfrey as she made her rounds, or the bickering and jostling of either Harry or Ron by her bedside; a constant presence since her second year, she was quite certain that were she there, then they would be as well. The last nail in the coffin was the warm rays of sunshine pouring through a window at her side, the long rays heating her to a comfortable temperature in such a way as to indicate she wasn’t near Hogwarts at all.