Peeking through the curtains of her four-poster, Hermione glanced out the window at the nighttime snowflakes coming down steadily on this frosty evening in mid-January. She had just received a letter from her boyfriend by owl post this morning: Ron, Harry and the lads had been given their legal assignments to begin assisting work on the Death Eater cases. Her favorite redhead's words had leaped off the page, conveying his displeasure at being assigned as advisory counsel for the defense of that monstrous oaf, Carrow – the brother, not the sister. Or was it the other way round?