As it turned out, the threat Malfoy Manor posed to Hermione's mental health was even worse than she had initially anticipated. She woke up at least once a night sweating, shaking, and occasionally screaming, then spent long hours in solitude, sometimes resorting to arguing with her surprisingly-opinionated mirror just to hear a voice other than her own. Breakfast was always waiting for her in her sitting room on a magically-warmed tray, after which she would bathe, dress, and practise her wandless spellcasting before leaving her suite to wander through the Manor, exploring the areas available to her. She found her favourite spot to be the peaceful glass-walled conservatory at the back of the Manor, which contained all manner of herbs for both cooking and potions and looked out upon the formal garden. One of the elves would usually find her there around lunchtime, when she would have her first real conversation of the day before being left to her own devices again for the long stretch of time before dinner.