            Hermione was nestled sideways into one of the mezzanine’s armchairs, trying to read but actually just staring out the window. Snow had fallen the previous night, and the grounds of Malfoy manor had transformed into a sea of white. The view from the library looked out at a sprawling lawn, an oddly manicured forest just beyond. Even with the blanket of snow, she could make out a winding path beginning in the tree line. She wondered if the family had strolled there, or if they preferred the fancy gardens and hedges at the front of the manor.