Giving up on sleep and eager to act now that she had a plan, Hermione rose, bathed, and dressed, then meandered into her sitting room. Her stomach tied itself into knots as she thought about exploring the west wing of the Manor, but she knew she would need the energy so she forced down a hard-boiled egg and some fruit as well as a croissant she’d made under Tippy’s careful eye the day before. She puttered around her room for another half hour, making sure she wouldn’t encounter anyone and alternatively talking herself out of then back into finding the drawing room, before she finally squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and marched out into the hallway toward the foyer. 