Room 308, Friday morning

There was an owl at the window early in the morning, the tapping at the glass being what woke Hermione. Rubbing an eye, she got up and opened it, letting the owl inside. "Hello, Hermes," she said, undoing the package tied to his leg and letting him drink from the water glass she just left out now.

Inside a very nondescript brown box was a large assortment of supplies, along with a note.

( dear hermione )

Hermione could find many, many reasons to look down on a lot of the things Fred and George came up with, but right now she loved them both.

[Establishy.]