Hermoine felt herself sink down into the pillows on the floor, as she watched the night's sky unfurl before her eyes. She came here when she was feeling homesick, which, in truth, was not often. It was almost as good as her trip to the planetarium with her father two years ago, nearly as good. Orion. As so as she found those three bright stars every other constellation popped into place. It was a special kind of magic. The only thing that told her it was not the real sky was the absence of the dew filled grass beneath her.