Hermione threw the covers back and stumbled over to the basin to wash her face. She'd been staying at an inn just off the English Channel in Normandy since the day she had arrived in France, going by an unassuming name and keeping to herself. She acted like an orphan of a well-off family from southern France. The cover story she'd constructed for herself was simple; her parents thought it best for her to get some northern air. The innkeeper didn't believe it for a moment, but for the right price he'd agreed to keep quiet, allowing her to stay as long as she was no trouble and made sure her payment was made on the first of every month.