His eyes began streaming back and forth across the brittle flaky parchment. Pages drowning in colorful illustrations, diagrams and graphs - he was looking, but not reading. His mind began to wander, out of his cell through the dinge and damp of the dungeon hallway, beyond the main hall and foyer, to the Quidditch field and the bearded Oaf’s hut, until at last it came to anchor on... Hermione?