She brushed her teeth and washed her face in preparation for bed. The entire time she cycled through her muggle routines, she was thinking. Her wizard mind never slept. Never rested. Despite how muggle Hermione’s life seemed to be from the outside, she was still very much a witch on the inside. And the truth was, she missed the convenience of her wand. She missed the vine wood. The dragon heartstring core. It fit her hand perfectly. She rubbed her necklace and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She missed her wand as much as she missed the witch who wielded it.