She met Regulus at midnight that night, carrying a knapsack with water bottles, Muggle emetics, and a sharp knife. She held a lantern in either hand, and the light was so bright it obscured most of her body. Vici stood at her side, fidgeting and worrying at her lip. Hermione suspected that Vici would never be quite used to the adventures Hermione insisted they go on; she also wouldn’t put it past the astute little elf to have the same intuition as Hermione herself did.