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[ooc: millitimed to after this, with some threads still in progress.]
The first thing Hermione Granger does when she is released from the cells is check on her Door. A little more than dismayed that it still refuses to open, she returns to the Bar, asks her for a warm cup of tea and settles in a booth by herself. (The booth in question is near the back, out of view from most of the tables.)
She still has Mia's book with her. And sticking out from the pages is also an envelope that has yet to be opened.
Hermione isn't sure what possessed her to keep the letter sealed until now; maybe it's fear, maybe something else entirely. After a moment's thought and a sip of her tea, she finally slips it out from the book's pages, chips off the wax, and pulls the letter from the envelope.
She reads it three, four, five times before she flags down a passing waitrat for a piece of blank parchment and a quill. Then ... she begins to write.
The first thing Hermione Granger does when she is released from the cells is check on her Door. A little more than dismayed that it still refuses to open, she returns to the Bar, asks her for a warm cup of tea and settles in a booth by herself. (The booth in question is near the back, out of view from most of the tables.)
She still has Mia's book with her. And sticking out from the pages is also an envelope that has yet to be opened.
Hermione isn't sure what possessed her to keep the letter sealed until now; maybe it's fear, maybe something else entirely. After a moment's thought and a sip of her tea, she finally slips it out from the book's pages, chips off the wax, and pulls the letter from the envelope.
She reads it three, four, five times before she flags down a passing waitrat for a piece of blank parchment and a quill. Then ... she begins to write.