The sound of her mother’s voice from the doorway snapped her out of her thoughts, and Hermione whipped her head up at the sound of it. Concern and surprise shadowed the woman’s features and in a heartbeat, she had crossed the room to Hermione, throwing her arms around her. The older woman had bruises and stitches across her forehead, but she seemed well. Hermione ignored the pain that erupted briefly in her body from the embrace, the sharp sting of bruises. 