Hermione didn’t remember emerging from her Floo that morning. She didn’t remember stepping into the lift. Muggles referred to the sensation as auto-pilot. She’d been doing it more and more recently. She’d step out of her daze once she reached her destination with no real memory of how she arrived there. She was buried with thoughts of work. She chewed absently on her thumbnail while her brain categorized various charms and counter charms.