Chapter 16
Hermione had busied herself cleaning up the bottles and upon doing so, found Minerva's broach nestled beneath the coffee table. Frowning she lifted the solid silver object, wondering what it was doing there especially as a second was atop the table. A flick of her wand revealed that the one atop the table was a faux one, whilst the one resting in her hand was the original.
Why would Minerva transfigure another broach when hers lie within reach?
She reverted the broach to its original state, to see a piece of emerald robe. "Why…?" She gently picked up the silk material, left with another layer of questions and leaving a far deeper concern for the elder woman in its wake.
A few minutes later, her boots and outer robe lay resting on the edge of the table as she pulled the light blanket up over her while nestling into the pillow. It was not the most comfortable mattress she had slept on, but in comparison to the last several weeks…it was rather comfortable, not that the bed in Ginny's room…she forced the thought away.
As it had already conjured up an image of Ron, and the debacle that had become their relationship, if one could still call it that.
She needed to get a few hours sleep, and thinking of Ron would bring her many things; except sleep. She let her eyes scan the room, amazed at how well the Headmistress' personal quarters had faired the battle. Or at the very least, how quickly she had 'fixed' this area. Either way…it was comforting. "Nox." She whispered and the room fell into a shadowed darkness, sleep already pulling at the edge of consciousness as she let her guard momentarily down. She was at Hogwarts. Even after the mammoth of destruction, it was still…a haven.
Her haven, she thought as the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla washed over her.
Xoxo
A/N: :)