Another time, she’d seen a group of three men following a young woman on a dark night in the city as Hermione had been wandering, trying to convince herself she wasn’t looking for trouble. For an outlet. There was music blaring from a corner shop and lights flashed in the clothing shops across the street. Hermione had been in bed an hour before, and then got up, dressed, and left the house abruptly, restless almost to the point of fury.