She was pleasantly surprised to find more food than she expected. The cupboards were filled. Of course, she was always aware that any time she cleaned out a person's stockpile of food, her presence would be noticed. It didn't matter if the Muggles discovered she'd been staying there as long as she wasn't there when they did. The longer she was away from the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, the more bits and pieces of humanity began to creep back into Hermione. She knew that she should feel guilty about stealing from people who had very little, but somehow, she still repressed her feelings. Whatever was necessary to stay alive was hers to take.