Suppressing a chill, Hermione stood from the chair, intent on making more tea. She’d only gone a few steps when the lights in the entire flat flickered once and then went out, the room becoming pitch black. Blinking rapidly, Hermione whirled around to where she knew her friends and Gwyneira were situated. Beyond them, she knew the window should show the lights of the city, but there were none. Panic started to settle in her chest as she swallowed, carefully walking back towards the chair and gripping the top part tightly to steady herself.