Hermione awoke with the faintest glimpse of the world revealing to her a pattern of grey and brown blanketing her eyes. She could feel at soothing intervals the comforting warmth of a quilt laid down atop her body and the scratchy closed off fabric of a mattress stuffed with straw. She noted distantly that her head hurt and seemed to have been stuffed full of a foggy confusion buffering a haze of memories.