            She was in the bathroom when Ron finally found her. He called out her name, his voice muffled through the door. Hermione spat out her toothpaste, shoved back her brushed-out curls, and yanked open the door. Ron blinked, reddening when he realized she was holding one of Ginny’s skimpy nightgowns, about to put it on. Another downside to forgetting about the trip—she’d be stuck in her friend’s far more daring wardrobe for the next few days.