"If I wanted to play the devil's advocate, I would point out the fact that all of us are probably missing a certain type of education by being cooped up in here at all," Hermione points out, tilting her head in the direction of the exit. "I've only had brief patches of time to head out and stare at it all, but it's marvelous out there. The architecture, the history, the fashion— all of it is beyond my wildest imagination. Although, I suppose even had I tried to push my imagination to its limits, this version of London isn't even close to what would have come to mind, with all of the technology that I'm... rather certain wasn't quite this developed, back in the day."

Pressing her hand, still cool from the outside air, to her cheek, Hermione heaves a soft sigh. "But this schoolhouse is quite beautiful, yes. I used to be rather spoiled in where I went to school, but a year around the Compound classrooms sometimes makes it hard to remember."