A slow blush crawled across Hermione’s cheeks. She played with the ends of her sleeves. "A little. There was some muscle memory and afterward, I felt a sense of familiarity and calm that I hadn’t felt in a while. The memories, at least, I think that’s what they were, felt like ghostly images in my head. I could almost reach out and touch them, but they disappeared like smoke when I tried to concentrate and get a clearer sense of them."