It was unfamiliar to reach her favourite seat in the library and find it warmed with a charm. To find a blueberry muffin in her bag after she skipped lunch. To have someone ask their Charms professor for further notes on a topic that had caught Hermione’s interest. It felt like they’d collaboratively agreed to ease her into something. She felt like a wild horse, being gently encouraged along with carrots. They weren’t wrong. She was the most hesitant of the group. Like she’d mentioned—unfamiliar. But a good kind of unfamiliar.