As she stepped out and started drying herself, Hermione remembered the parchment in her robe pocket. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time but was now realizing it was the parchment she had tried to take notes on a new potion she was working on but her mind had seemed to have its own agenda. She had ended up doodling all around the few notes she had jotted down. She breathed a sigh of relief when she remembered what else she had doodled, Neville’s name with various adjectives to describe what she thought of him. When she reached her hand into her robe pocket, she felt a bolt of fear run through her, it wasn’t there. The parchment, which she had been so sure she had managed to wiggle back in, wasn’t in the pocket! Oh, Merlin!