            Hermione flushed and quickly slipped out of bed too. She pulled on her own jeans, a thick emerald turtleneck, and her well-worn boots before ducking into the bathroom to freshen up as best she could. After half a dozen attempts at taming her wild mane, Hermione gave up; apparently this day had it out for her in more ways than one.            As she followed Sirius into the sitting room, her eyes landed on Lucius sipping from a streaming mug at the table, but otherwise they were alone. "Good morning, Lucius...Sirius, where’s Harry?"