Hermione ground her fingers nervously as she waited. The silence of the evening air seemed to throb and hum all around her, making her irrationally anxious. She picked at the detailing on her Ritual Robe as she paced back and forth in her restlessness. What was there to be worried about? She was about to commit herself to an Order dedicated to protecting the most noble of magical family lines - Harry's. Then she was soon going to become part of that line herself, now that all other obstacles to prevent it had been overcome. Hermione fluttered wildly at that idea. Never had her imminent union with Harry struck her so forcefully.