Hermione smiled to herself as she bent over the one remaining box left to be sorted in this room. Flipping back the cardboard flaps, Hermione discovered it full of the books, journals, and trinkets that had been in her bedroom. She sighed heavily, remembering that not all of her journals were there, even if it was for a good reason. Loki had helped her burn the travel logs and unsent letters that connected her to a past that only held her back.