Hermione gathered the spare change and pocketed it. There was so much to do, she couldn’t dwell on how embarrassing it had been to feel Severus Snape rifle through her mind. Lessons had to be drawn up, materials needed to be researched. She had no way of knowing what year her pupils would be in—would she be teaching mostly upperclassmen? Parvati and Lavender were seventh-years, nearly ready to graduate. Surely their focus couldn’t be purely academic. 