Almost an entire day after Ginny left, Hermione was no closer to understanding what was happening than she had been days earlier. As she laid in her own bunk deciding what she was going to do next, she listened to the sounds the wizard made preparing himself for bed. Nothing he'd done since he constructed the tent had been completed with much haste. It was as if he was simply taking the opportunity to move slowly. She could understand the appeal. When she was living in Hogsmeade with her family and doing all that she could to be a "good, little Death Eater', she constantly felt like there was never enough time, like she was moving constantly. It had almost been a pleasant change of pace when she went on the run.