As the first day of the month dawned and she'd spent the better part of an entire day catching up on all of the sleep she'd lost in the days worrying about who was killed in the explosion, she was startled awake by what sounded like a fist banging on the top of what passed for her kitchen table. Few in the village knew where her tent could be found. Hoping foolishly at first that it might be Draco returning to continue their discussion, she leapt out of her bunk without care that she wasn't fully dressed. Clad in her pajamas, she made it just a few steps outside of the curtain that had been hung to separate the living space from the sleeping space before she stopped in her tracks. It was not Draco.