Early Monday morning Hermione couldn't stand to be in her bed for another moment. Since her return, she'd only left it a few times to bathe or join Antonin downstairs for quiet, awkward meals. For someone who had grown used to being on the move during her year as a fugitive, she knew she wouldn't be able to spend any more time hiding in her bedroom. There was a reason she came back to Hogsmeade and it wasn't to remain under her covers dead to the world intoxicated with potions.