"It's a trip actually." Hermione was lying on the bed, quill already poised to annotate the research paper she had been set to look through for Transfiguration. She was glowing with errant strands of Allure as she worked, a few notes leaving her mouth as she underlined a sentence several time. Somebody cleared their throat for more explanation (both Ron and Ginny had grown a tad more resistance to the Allure now so Hermione was sure that the interruption wasn't because they wanted to offer up their services) and she glanced around the room. "To Hogwarts. I put our names down."