Hermione lay on her belly on her bed, flicking through the book that Professor McGonagall had left for her last week: "So Your Magical: An Introduction to Wizarding Britain". She'd read it cover to cover twice, but she couldn't help but flick through it. There was so much that seemed to be different in Magical Britain. She hoped that it would be easy enough to fit in, but there was a lot to catch up on and she only had one summer to do it. She'd already sent her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and now all she could do was wait for one of the Professors to contact her about purchasing her magical supplies. Maybe they would let her buy some more books on Wizarding Britain to read before term started.
A tapping at her window jarred her out of her thoughts and she hopped up to let the little brown owl in. McGonagall had warned her that correspondence would continue through owl, but it still amazed her that this is how witches and wizards chose to communicate. The little owl landed on her nightstand and lifted its leg for her. It took a few minutes but eventually she was able to untie the letter from the bird. The owl didn't look too happy at having been manhandled, and as soon as it was free of its letter it was straight in the air and out of the window again. Hermione sat on the edge of her bed and ripped into her letter.
Miss Hermione,
I hope that this letter finds you well. By now I am sure that a Hogwarts Professor has visited your home to discuss with you your magical abilities, but there is more that you will need to know before beginning your magical education; your standing within the magical community being first and foremost. I will be visiting your home at noon this coming Sunday to speak with you and your family. I will explain everything that you need to know then.
Yours faithfully,
Lady Narcissa Malfoy.
Hermione was a little stunned by the letter. She hadn't expected anyone other than a Hogwarts Professor to contact her. She definitely hadn't been expecting a letter from a Lady. What could she possibly mean about her standing in the community? And that was just 'first and foremost', what else would she need to know? She could feel herself panicking, but she pushed the feeling down. Surely if there was anything to worry about than this Lady Malfoy would have said so in her letter, and at least now someone was going to help catch her up before going to Hogwarts. There wasn't anything to worry about, and even if there was there was nothing she could do about it until Sunday.