Every day in Hermione's life, Monday or not, now felt much like the one before. She knew that it wouldn't be this way forever. Perhaps she should just relish in the relative calm in the moment. Too soon they would likely be on the run again or worse, caught up in the violence that marred her adolescence. If she could be content for the time being simply relaxing and recharging, maybe she would even have an advantage over those who meant her harm. She knew that the Lestrange brothers hadn't stopped their maneuvering for a single moment. A second not spent in the execution of their final plans was a waste.