Hermione sat down on the bed, thinking to herself. She couldn't keep her mind off of Loki. It frightened her how much information he could get just from looking at her. Hermione had decided not to eat any meals that night. She wasn't very hungry. She had changed into the nightgown that she had been given and played with the fabric. It was extremely soft, which Hermione loved. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts of Loki. "Come in," she said. Faye walked in with Molly standing beside her. It hadn't occurred to her that Molly shared the same name as Ron's mother. That thought gave her a sense of happiness.

"Sorry to bother you, Lady Granger. We were asked to check in on you. The queen was worried when you didn't show up for dinner." It was Faye who spoke. Hermione smiled politely. "Yes, I'm alright. Thank you. I'm just not very hungry." The two maids simply nodded. "Alright. Well, if you need anything, just call." Hermione nodded as the two girls walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. Hermione was suddenly hit with a wave of sleepiness. She laid down on the bed, pulling the soft, warm covers over her, and putting her head on the many soft pillows. She fell asleep almost instantly.

Late in the night, a voice rang out in her mind. "Wandering child, you sleep so soundly. You seem so pure, almost like an angel from above." Hermione's eyes flew open and she sat up straight in the bed. The lights were off in the room and Hermione couldn't see. She grabbed her wand from the table beside her. "Lumos," she muttered. The tip of her wand illuminated with an icy blue light. She saw no one else in the room. Hermione sighed and put out the light from her wand. She decided to keep it close to her by holding the wand firmly against her chest. Hermione slowly drifted back to sleep. She swore that she could hear a deep chuckle from nearby, but was far too tired to pay any attention to it.

The next morning, Hermione woke up early. Despite the interruption in the night, Hermione felt like she had gotten the best sleep ever. She took a nice, warm bath with lots of bubbles. It felt so nice that she almost fell asleep in the bathtub just from being so comfortable. After she had dried off, Hermione used her wand to do her hair and makeup as well as put on the outfit she had picked for the day. As much as she enjoyed wearing all of the beautiful gowns, she felt like she needed to go back to wearing something more casual. Hermione wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a dark red hoodie with a white tank top underneath. She also wore a pair of black converse. Hermione hadn't put on too much makeup, just a light eyeshadow, some blush, a small bit of eyeliner, and a bit of lipgloss. Nothing too fancy.

Hermione grabbed her wand and tucked it into the pocket of her hoodie before walking into the hallway. It was empty, unsurprisingly. At Hermione's request, Frigga had given her a map to keep her from getting lost. Hermione was very grateful. She decided to spend the morning in the library, at least until breakfast, which Hermione had told her was at 8:00 AM. It was only 5:23 AM. Following the map, Hermione went to the library. She looked around in awe as she entered the room. It was a very large room with shelves filled with books. The library was far bigger than the one at Hogwarts. Hermione thought she was going to cry from happiness. She walked further into the large room, taking in as much as she could. There were several statues in the room, past rulers of Asgard, she assumed. Hermione walked over to a bookshelf filled with books labeled Midgardian Mythology vol. #. Hermione grabbed the first volume and sat down at one of the tables nearby. She opened to the first page and indulged herself in the information. Many of the stories told in the book were ones that Hermione had heard of, tales told by parents to their children, as well as true events that had happened on Earth.

Hermione spent most of the morning in the library. She had gone through a total of eight volumes of Midgardian Mythology when a voice pulled her away from the book. Hermione looked up to see Odin standing not so far away from where she was currently sat. He had been watching her read for a few minutes. "Quite the reader, aren't you?" He had asked. Hermione stood up abruptly and kneeled. The god chuckled whole-heartedly and gestured for her to rise. "There is no need for that, Ms. Granger, though it is much appreciated." Hermione allowed a small awkward smile to appear on her face. "My wife was right about you. You are special. I know very few young ladies who enjoy reading as much as you do." Hermione didn't know whether or not that was a compliment but smiled nonetheless.

Odin walked over to see what Hermione was reading. "Ah. Midgardian Mythology vol. 9. That has always been one of my favorites. Midgardian Mythology vol. 32 is also a good one. I'm surprised you were drawn to these. as a Midgardian, you must know this information already." Hermione shrugged. "Some of it, I suppose. Most of the information I've gotten from reading these are just stories parents tell their kids. Some of the stories in there are ones my parents used to tell me when I was younger." She tried not to cry at the mention of her parents. She had had to erase their minds of her existence in order to keep them safe from Voldemort. Now, she would never see them again.

Odin could sense that something was wrong. "What is it, ms. Granger?" Hermione shook her head. "Oh, nothing. I just remembered something that I was trying to forget. I'm alright." She put on an assuring smile, hoping he wouldn't question her about it any further. He raised an eyebrow but left it alone. "There are many books within this library, as I'm sure you could tell. There are several books on the history of Asgard, the mythology of your people, of course. There are books about the other planets and realms that surround Asgard and Midgard. Any book you could imagine resides in this library." Hermione followed Odin around the library as he talked about some of his favorite books to read.

Hermione was surprised to hear that Odin liked Pride and Prejudice. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would be into that. "I've always loved reading. People back at Hogwarts called me a know-it-all, especially when I was younger. I love knowledge and always have." Odin seemed to be pleased with that. "The oaf prides himself on his knowledge and power." Hermione couldn't help the sour look that appeared on her face. By now, she was fully aware that the voice in her head was Loki's. 'And you don't?' She asked in her mind. "Ooh, someone's in a mood," he said. 'I don't appreciate you popping into my head constantly.' Loki laughed, causing Hermione to flinch from how cold it sounded. "What? You don't like voices in your head? Voices in the mind make you cringe?" Odin had sensed that something was wrong when Hermione stopped speaking.

"Ms. Granger? Are you alright?" Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about something. I'm sorry, your majesty. I have to go." Odin nodded. "I understand. Thank you for speaking with me." Hermione smiled and walked out of the library. Loki had stopped speaking to her, thankfully. She headed down the halls, back to her room. She would find something else to do before breakfast that morning.