Hermione sought solace in the tranquility and the intoxicating scent of old books. A smell of vanilla, and a musky fragrance wafted through the air. It was not odd to find her in an area littered with books. In a corner one would see her with her head tucked into pages, almost so close that she could inhale the traces of ink upon parchment. "If you don't quiet down, I'm going to tell Madam Pince." Her officious voice warned.