Now that her mobility had been confirmed, Hermione looked around in the near perfect blackness. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the lack of light, and she could make out the silhouettes of buckets, brooms, and shapes which she could only assume were spray bottles. She was in a broom closet in the Ministry of Magic, if something hadn’t gone very wrong. Hermione opened the door, her wand raised. There was no telling what sort of dimension she’d come to this time until she walked out into it.