[ Hermione has somewhat recovered from the battle now, the weight of what had happened at Caer Scima still a solid one on her shoulders. Her hair has grown back a little, thanks to a bit of magic, and things are beginning to get fixed around her, but it doesn't feel the same. All the trust she had in people feels like it's wilted and faded away and she isn't entirely sure what direction to turn or what to do.

The first thing is, of course, to make sure that other places are safe, just like she promised Waver. It's far too easy to apparate over and go through to check all the places she can before she gets in contact with him to let him know it's safe and arrange a moment to talk. He doesn't know where her house is, not many people do, so instead she goes down the pathway they had met on last time, Padfoot walking along at her side.

She knows that Waver knows about her involvement with the sigils, she knows that he's close to Harry just like she knows that he'll know who exactly was behind the one that the High King had used. Her panic rushes through her and she breathes out, forcing herself to act calm as she settles to wait. Padfoot nuzzles at her hand and she breaths out, relaxing before she smiles softly. At least she has him to make sure that she isn't panicking herself into insanity. ]