Blinking, Hermione continued to stare at her hands. They were resting in her lap, cramped from how tightly she'd been clutching at her hair during her epic meltdown. She knew not what was going to happen next, only that she was stuck here for the foreseeable future. At least she'd been granted a private room and everything was being kept quiet for the time being. What she really didn't need happening was this getting to the papers. It would not look good for the newly appointed Minister for Magic to be hospitalized with the Isolation Act being carried out.