Neither one of them wanted to return to their chilly native country. Especially not to spend the first weeks of autumn in Scotland where their master made his home. She had just gotten to the place where she was feeling like herself again. Or rather, the version of Hermione that was left over after all of the training and grief had ripped her apart from within. It had been exhilarating to feel normal, to feel like she wasn't fighting against the entire world for the chance to survive.