It didn’t take long for Hermione to give up on the whole idea of sleep and get up, dragging on a thin tank top and pyjama shorts and slipping down through the cool, dark house. Her feet carried her inexorably toward the dining room, like she was a compass spinning helplessly around to point at his north. She drifted down the hallway, feeling so light-headed from tiredness that it felt like she was floating. Hermione stepped lightly down the stairs, the tip of her wand trailing occasionally against the wall and leaving a twinkle of sparking accidental lights where it touched.