The brightness from outside shone properly, reflecting the light on the inside.
By the little window side, Hermione glued her gaze on the dark sky with little stars.
Her hand was fisted and placed on her bare chest, while the other one enclosed it in a grip.
The figure of the moon reflected its shape in her bright yet dark eyes.
No one knew what was on her mind; her expression was neutral, but her eyes spoke her heart. It had longing in them.
Lot's of things, Yes, Lot's of things weighed her thoughts so far and she was quite burdened with the weight of those thoughts.
She reckoned that she still had a lot of questions, but now is not the right time to ask those questions.
Now, everything had begun to fall into place, giving clarity to her confusion and now, she had come to live with the truth. She had finally come to terms with reality.
