Looking back on it all as an adult, that surprised her. One would have thought that a woman turning into a cat in the middle of one’s childhood living room would have a greater potential to boggle the mind. But Hermione’s childhood self had accepted everything about the reality Minerva McGonagall had presented to her with the nodding, obvious understanding of a girl who’d always known she was different, and only ever wondered whether that measure of "different’ was the good kind of difference, or the bad.