Returning to her room, Hermione took a seat at the small table next to the window that looked out at the cobblestone street down below. Rolling out the parchment before her, Hermione knew that writing to Theo would bring her comfort. Like wearing the necklace, he would be a reminder of the not-so-distant past. He had not only been privy to the Ministry corruption, but as her only close friend, he was the only one that had known she and Draco planned to confront Shacklebolt and Percy.