Between the background noises of nature and this bloody hotel desk lamp, Hermione was truly burning her wand at both ends, as magical folk liked to say. And yet.... Bother it if the light didn't weaken her eyes! At least that's what she told herself to explain the moisture gathering behind her chocolate-brown orbs, as she angrily clicked the lamp's knob off with a huff, reclining back in the hotel desk chair, head in her palm.