It took nearly two full days for Hermione’s jitters to disappear, for her to smoothly crawl inside of the skin she’d designed for herself. A made-up story satisfied her saviour’s minds; escaping through a window in the dead of night when no one was around, their security having lagged after years of work. Three more days filled Hermione with food, companionship, and a mother hen who knew more spells to kill than cook.