“Right, well… my portkey…” Hermione awkwardly pulled the coin from her pocket, covered in cloth pouch. “I’ll see you both soon. Promise.” She spoke with more confidence than she felt, but put on a brave smile and picked up her bag, which was stuffed with all of her miniaturized possessions. With a sense of finality, she glanced at her watch. She only had a few seconds left. Well, here goes nothing.

Hermione woke up the next morning with a pounding headache right behind her eyes and a crick in her neck. She groaned inwardly and, having forgotten she was on her couch, rolled over right off of it and fell to the floor with a surprised squeal. This time she groaned outwardly. Hermione staggered to her feet and glared at the bright sun shining through her windows, cursing it to hell. Curtains. She had to buy curtains.

Professor Sephina reminded Hermione of Professor McGonagall not even a little bit. She was much younger, for starters, and wore her hair down in black, curly ringlets. Her robes were a nice blue color and not severe looking in the least.