Nine o’clock in the evening could find Hermione sitting in the library, at her favorite table in the back. Madam Pince might as well have written Hermione’s name on the desk, for everyone knew it was her regular table and rarely used it. She liked it because it was in a corner nestled between the doorway of the restricted section and some bookshelves that blocked her from the view of anyone else in the library. She liked to have some quiet time alone while completing her mountains of homework; she was taking more than a full load of courses and had quite a bit of studying to get done. There was another reason, though, that she had recently been spending quite a lot of time in the library (even for her!). She needed to get away from her horrid, horrid roommate.