Mealtime became the only real time that she was able to stop and take a breathe. Ever since her trip to the kitchen she noticed a little platter, always the same gold rimmed dish piled high with wonderful vegetarian options every night. Hermione had gone down to the kitchens again to thank the little elves for serving her such amazing food but they had all but shoved her out stating they were just doing their job. The only one she managed to really thank had been Nox as she could call him to the dungeon and force him to listen.