Between the clothes Malfoy had picked, a cloak, and a warming charm, Hermione will be toasty warm outside tonight even if it snows. She leaves the hat, gloves, and jersey off for now, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. It feels so weird to be in clothes other than Malfoy's. She drags her fingers through her hair, and then twists the length around and around, making a precarious bun that she fixes in place by knotting through itself, and then pinches her cheeks until they go pink, and smiles into the mirror. Does she look normal? It's hard to tell. Hermione doesn't know what normal is even supposed to look like anymore. She leaves Malfoy's clothes in the hamper, and for some reason it feels like a loss, letting them go.