As promised, immediately after breakfast, Servyn sent Hermione back home with Zolan, in a horse this time.
By the time Hermione reached home, she instantly let herself fall back flat on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling a little bit absent minded, heaving a huge sigh.
What a day it has been. She thought.
Her mind recalled the dream she had last night. It still baffles her till this point. Hermione drew up her dress and took a look at the little scar on her foot. Using her finger, she rubbed through it with a dazed look.
Everything, every little thing in that dream felt so real, as if she was there at that time. Even the cold that hit her, the eerily vibe it gave off, even the sense of connection she felt. But strangely enough she had never been to that place before, a place like that could not exist, could it?
Hermione drowned herself in her thoughts until she was not aware of the time she drifted away into sleep.
