Hermione gave up completely and wrapped herself in her blanket, wearing Malfoy’s Quidditch jumper she climbed out of bed, down the corridor and went to sit in the conservatory, she watched the Merfolk and other aquatic life swim by the huge floor to ceiling windows, they moved with an obvious elegance needed to manoeuvre through the water. In most ways it was almost like watching the ballet, the ebb and flow on the stage pulsed at her, she felt it inside her as she drank it in. As tired as she was she felt refreshed, happier and slightly optimistic. 