[ Hermione is at her desk, doing her reading and expecting it to be a quiet night. Unfortunately, she should've known better; quiet nights were rare in her life, even when she was home and doing nothing more than indulging in a book or two before she slipped into bed with her cat and her hot water bottle. But she had tried, valiantly, to take a few nights to herself and just read, but trying never always worked out for Hermione.

The tap-tap at her window has her head whirling around, Crookshanks hopping off her lap and darting over to sit on her small window seat. Pushing her chair back, she slips her wand up her sleeve before she makes her way over and opens the curtains, eyes widening when she sees her friend clinging to the wall outside. For a moment she's simply stunned but, sure enough, quick reasoning takes over and she pushes open the window and urges him inside quickly. ]

Peter, what on earth are you - how did you - no, nevermind, let me just... [ He doesn't really know about her magic, though she imagines tonight is going to be a night of secrets, but she doesn't care. She wants to take care of him and patch him up before she bothers with bombarding him with questions; he's allowed a few minutes at least. ] Come on, get on the bed, I'm going to get Mum's first aid kid.