Having visited the drawing room once again in her dreams, Hermione lay awake, covered in cooling sweat and staring at the ceiling, and decided that perhaps what she needed was to visit it in reality, to see the place she’d been tortured and replace that memory with a new, neutral one. The elves would be off after breakfast and, from what she’d seen, wouldn’t return until nearly midnight, and she had to do  something  or the lack of sleep would drive her insane. And truly, she was curious about what else lay in that part of the Manor. Her mind made up, she drifted fitfully in and out of slumber until a muffled pop announced the arrival of her breakfast tray in the adjoining room. 