She jumped over the edge of her circle, careful not to smudge the chalk, and picked up her little tray of offerings. "I know. But my bedroom’s quite small, and I didn’t have room for a nine foot circle, plus another triangle for you to show up in. Hmm. Do you think I can hold your hand to help you out? Do you want your presents now? Apparently gifts are very traditional. I can’t offer you my soul – Daddy says we don’t have souls because they aren’t real and personality is all based in the brain. My name’s Hermione, by the way. Hermione Granger."