Room 308, Monday after classes

[smartestone]

Hermione's spent her weekend hiding out and making sure she hasn't still got pollen anywhere, and has been performing Scourgify on herself (not dirty, literally) to make sure there's no dirt all in her hair. Stupid lichenthrope. She's going to have to do something for the people who stopped it. She's not sure what yet, but she does kind of owe them.

For now, though, she's going through the mail she finally has, and gleeing a little that there's more than she expected. For once.

[Open, sure!]