Despite her bold words the day before, Hermione woke the next morning having hardly slept at all, anxiety keeping her from falling asleep and nightmares waking her once she did manage to drift off. As dawn broke she gave up entirely, rising from bed to set the kettle on, hoping the familiarity of making a cuppa would help soothe her nerves. As she waited for her tea to steep, she checked her beaded bag for the umpteenth time, ensuring she had everything she needed. 