Hermione jumped a little, dropping her phone back on the table. The sun was being blocked by two tall figures. Her biker in black, and the one with the Owl helmet. She hadn’t even heard them pull up. They almost looked like a couple of aliens standing over her like that, ninety-nine percent of their bodies covered up by protective jackets and gloves, pants and heavy motorcycle boots. Just thin strips of skin around their necks exposed. Her biker in black paler than his Owl friend.