Turning to her side, Hermione propped the book against her blanket-covered legs, her arm pillowing her head. The small orb of light floating in a small jar on her nightstand was just bright enough for her to read without straining her eyes, but dim enough that it wasn’t irritating. Sighing contently, Hermione snatched another peppermint toad, having long since grown used to the sensation of a squirming piece of chocolate because wizarding sweets were universally strange. This would be her last night in the hospital wing. Tomorrow evening, she’d get to sleep in her own bed and finally be able to attend her classes again.