She glanced at her trunk. She’d been working on notice-me-not charms of late, and other mild hexes and curses should any of her roommates get too nosy. After living in Neverland, she knew she couldn’t be too careful, no matter how Padma Patil smiled and the other girls attempted polite conversation. They were all from good homes with families that loved them. None of them knew what it was like to go hungry, or why Hermione tended to hide extra food from their meals among her things. 