After checking that Lavender was again wrapped up around Ron, a full goblet of punch in her hand, Hermione hastily passed back through Minerva’s fireplace. After calling for home, she stepped out into Grimmauld’s kitchen, hurried out onto the front stoop, and twisted on the spot. The dreadful wrench of apparition sent her stomach flipping, before the world slid back beneath her. Nauseated, Hermione placed her elbows on her thighs, staring balefully down at the snow-covered drive of Malfoy Manor.