Hermione forced herself to take a step and turn the corner, attempting to portray a false sense of confidence as she strode to her desired destination. Gooseflesh covered her body from a mix of the cold and general foreboding that lingered in the air. Everything seemed to say, "Leave this place." Ignoring the bad omens she paused briefly to center herself with one final breath before grabbing the handle of the ordinary red door that stood before her in the otherwise empty, dark, grime covered alley. She could feel the thrum of heavy metal muggle music pulsing as she held the handle of the door. She couldn’t turn back now, she reasoned, as she cautiously tugged it open. She'd been pursuing a lead on this location for months, unbeknownst to her supervisors, but she just couldn't help her curiosity. To finally reveal something so clandestine, to attain information no one else had been able to, was far too tempting.