She looked around her, the room was a dark green, her vision was hazy but she could tell it was still early. The low tones of Pansy’s snoring carried across the room and Hermione tried to curl up under the covers more to feel less sad. She tried to use the duvet and blankets as though it was hugging her but it wasn’t doing the trick. She tucked her feet up and bent her legs, dipping her head under the covers and balled herself up, enveloping her knees. 