[ A quiet voice rings out, the voice of a young woman. She does not sound afraid, although her voice does crack momentarily. There is the sound of rustling fabric, of a vine wood wand being palmed lightly. ]

...I'd like to get back on the train.

[ Her light footsteps echo about, she is walking aimlessly. ]

Please, could someone direct me to the exit? I need to go to Hogwarts. There's exams... and lessons... Harry, and Ron...

[ Hermione is mumbling gently, obviously deep in thought. ]

A portkey? No. Maybe there's a broomstick? Doubtful. Floo? Probably not.

[ She continues to murmur for a short while, discussing possibilities of escape with herself, before she finally speaks up. ]

I'll Apparate out. What was it in the book? ...Destination, determination, deliberation. Destination, determination, deliberation.

[ Silence. The young witch is attempting to Apparate from the mansion, and is in deep concentration. Finally, a few moments later, we hear her frustrated breathing and disappointed voice. ]

Oh. I'm... still here.