The Muggle running the front desk of the inn was true to her word. At least for the first full day that Hermione made use of her establishment. She didn't even bother getting out of bed until her body was wide awake and she could no longer keep her eyes shut. The rest had been good, refreshing. Perhaps her illness had been nothing more than a simple cold or a mild flu. Augustus forced her to drink several foul-tasting potions in her stay in his room. Perhaps, with his help, she wouldn't have to worry about a relapse.