It was dark outside when Hermione woke up again from her place on the old lady's sofa. Spending hours in agony had taken a lot out of her physically. She was out of practice enduring mass amounts of pain in a short period of time. Her conditioning had once been thorough enough that she was able to withstand her master's displeasure with a protracted Cruciatus Curse, sleep like a baby, and still manage to wake up promptly at five the next morning for her customary morning run. Jogging through the forests around Hogsmeade was sometimes the only opportunity she got to ensure she had some time alone. Now, she had more alone time than she knew what to do with. She was almost tempted to seek out other human beings at times.