Figuring that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep since she hadn't been able to yesterday Hermione turned until she was on her back and just stared at the top of the wooden bed frame. She stayed like this for a while, not moving. Lost in her thoughts and memories of home, the stillness of the room she now called her own meant it was easy to stay lost within her own mind. What would her parents think of all of this? To the magic she was loving learning about, the teachers who mostly had been kind and welcoming. What would her parents think of her sharing a room with two boys? Oh god, they would throw a fit when they found out. When would they find out? Hermione was yet to write to her parents, she wanted to. often finding herself writing out the start of a letter yet the excitement died quickly once she thought of what to say, how could someone explain the amazing things she had seen, how could she explain the amazement and wonder that seemed built into the very stones of Hogwarts, Hermionie in all of her vocabulary couldn't find the right words to explain such a thing. Perhaps it was simply too soon, maybe by the end of the week she would know what to write. Patience she told herself, it is one day three.