But the voices passed, heading to an upper bedroom. Hermione's shoulders sagged in relief and she gently eased the paper cuttings back onto her lap. Harry was amazed. Even in her haste to hide them, Hermione had managed to keep the cuttings flat and pristine. It looked like she was well practiced at this. Harry was morbidly fascinated now. What in the name of Merlin was she up to?