One second later, and she was already in a completely different place. Hermione panted, sitting down on the bench in the Burrow’s garden. She watched the dark windows without a single sign of life. Good. She wasn’t planning on being seen. A few minutes later her body began to cool down and thoughts began to gather. Hermione looked at her feet, only now noticing that she was running around barefoot and that the bottom of her dress was covered in mud. The picture of what just happened ran through her mind. She sat silently, looking at the ground, her mind empty except for flashbacks of tonight. Something twisted in her stomach and a moment later Hermione was bending over and throwing up.