The bijou hotel was comfy and warm. Hermione felt relaxed as soon as she was in her room. She kicked off her shoes and socks, digging her toes into the squashy carpet underfoot. She breathed deeply to herself, satisfied that she had made it this far. She decided to take a long bath, thinking about what had happened on the train and wondering if anyone had found the bodies yet, and if whoever had sent them after her would soon dispatch a new set of potential assassins.