Hermione found herself stranded, nothing served her properly, only the little to no much sunlight that peeked from what she considered to be a half-holed window at the uppermost top of the stony prison wall.
It was her only means of knowing the daytime, and from the brightness of it, it appeared to be morning.
Any moment from now the guards are going to walk through that entrance and present her with their weird food. For some days now, she no longer felt the appetite to intake their mixing into her system.
Before it was just because of her will to survive and the mission that drove her, but now, she was not sure anymore.
