The smell of old books was always comforting to her. After the day she had, the silence of the library after hours was a welcome safe haven. It was easy to sneak in. She knew this place like the back of her hand. Coming back to Hogwarts for higher education in her mid-20s was not what she had expected. It was supposed to feel familiar. Like coming home. But Hermione felt like a foreign object. The war had changed her. 