Hermione figured that was as good an idea as any.  The bathroom was oddly silent, even previous housemates kept to themselves.  The strangeness of sharing space with new people after six years of sameness seemed to not sit well with any of them.  By the time she was back in the room and braiding her damp hair down her back, the other girls had returned and drawn their curtains.  Padma’s bed was the only one with a faint glow to the curtain, the others were silent and dark.