Only an hour before the first twenty-four hours were up and the police would be forced to either charge her or release her, the door to the cell she had been napping in opened. The kind female officer from the night before smiled at Hermione as if she was some kind of simple child. And, she supposed based on how she had acted in the previous day, maybe the woman assumed she was. It was only slightly less annoying than being scowled at like a dangerous criminal.