As she rinsed off and stepped into her plush robe, performing her hair and skin care routines, Hermione felt a pleasant sort of anticipation begin to build. It felt not unlike she was getting ready for a first date as she smoothed moisturiser over her cheeks and neck, and by the time she massaged curl cream into her hair and dried it with a flick of her wand, a full swarm of excited butterflies had taken up residence in her stomach. She stepped back into her bedroom and headed toward the wardrobe, pushing aside her daily jumpers, dresses and blouses to look for the bulky parcel at the back.