Wrapped up in every blanket she kept in her beaded bag and several more she found in a box in the cellar, Hermione settled down on an old sofa. As far away from the entrance to the cellar as it was possible to get, she felt secure hidden amongst the towering boxes of rubbish her host family couldn't bear to get rid of. Based on what else lay around her in that corner, she felt confident that even if a member of the family came down the stairs to search for something they needed, they wouldn't likely go anywhere near where she was trying to sleep. The plastic Christmas tree further encouraged her. If they'd already taken down all of their holiday decorations, maybe they wouldn't have a need to return until the holidays were upon them again. She was just grateful that the space was dry. That was a luxury that many cellars in old houses lacked. Yet one more lesson she'd discovered in her time on the run.