She nodded, and followed Fleur back to the cottage. It was a pity, really. She was enjoying being outside. The wind on her face. Being able to see far into the distance. It was truly refreshing after all the time she'd spent indoors at the castle.
Without wondering how she'd gotten out, Hermione followed Fleur into the cottage. A note lay on the table by the fireplace. Hermione dropped herself onto the usual sofa, not needing to look around to notice they were in the Gryffindor Common Room.
She opened the note to read it... "I can't read it," she said, frowning at the letters. "Fleur?"