Without further ado, Hermione slung the cloak over her shoulders, fastening it at her throat and lifting the hood over her head. She felt the magic embracing her, a subtle static seeming to kiss her skin. As she turned in a circle to go back towards the door, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Or rather, only her disembodied feet. Her heart raced, pittering against her ribs. Taking a steadying breath, she clutched her wand and the map in her arms beneath the robe and left the room, heading down the stairs, slipping past everyone in the common room and disappearing into the cold night of the corridors.