She drank her tea on the balcony. The wind and the mint calmed her down. Cleansed the palette of her emotions. After a while, she felt like going back to work. Her emotions shouldn’t get in the way of her job. Hermione stayed up late, preparing her pitch for the liberation of house-elves. A desk wasn’t enough for her, so she sat on the floor surrounded by papers and posters. At last, she was done.