            By the time evening fell, and her legs had gone numb, Hermione decided that she was no good like this. Sirius would have no use for her broken. She forced her body into the bathroom. Scrubbed her hands until the pink water ran clear. Cleaning herself the Muggle way took effort, and time, and patience. But each methodical action brought a heavy sense of calm. Like she was trapped under water, limbs stretched out, succumbing to the crushing weight.