She posted her response and went home to pack up once again, this time with a higher society in mind. Summoning actual luggage from the attic she entered her parent's room and headed straight for Eleanor's closet. Her mother tried to stay on the edge of fashion, occasionally purchasing then dismissing dresses as too young for her. Hermione chose anything she thought would work in the magical world and not look like she was a child playing dress up. She sent her selections flying to the bed. She repeated the process with her mother's shoes. Far more shoes made the cut than dresses.The grandfather clock chimed the late hour when Hermione reluctantly exited the closet. She still needed to sort through the jewelry but reminded herself she still have four more days. She groaned at the idea of cooking something so late, opting to get takeaway. Instead of apparating, she elected to drive. The secluded secure nature of the house made delivery complicated.