Hermione, wearily recognising that "as soon as it convenient’ was nothing more than a thinly veiled pleasantry not to be taken seriously, yawned several more times and made her way into the Manor. It couldn’t be earlier than one of the clock; the hallways were in darkness as she trod down them. The journey back had taken an unexpected amount of time owing to a collision on the Bath Road, and tempers inside the carriage had been fraying dangerously before most of them had succumbed to sleep. The last straw had been when Blaise had accidentally stepped on Draco’s foot, prompting the latter to instantly and wrathfully call him out for a duel, which the girls had only with difficulty dissuaded them from carrying out inside the carriage itself.