She sat on the very edge of the sofa with a book in her hands, hardly reading the words. As much as she enjoyed reading and had discovered there was often very little else to do when she was on the run, she struggled that evening to make sense of any of the print on the page. Grateful to borrow one of Sarah's books, she had been pleased to discover a few books she hadn't yet read in her collection. The simple domesticity of sitting in front of the warm fire with a book while sounds of a quill scratching on parchment behind her and dishes being washed in the next room brought a flood of memories back to Hermione that she hadn't been expecting.