The pub was filled with witches and wizards and even a few house elves. Hermione shivered as their magic washed over her, some bright like sunshine, others heavier, richer. Their arrival drew the attention of several pairs of eyes. Hermione watched them in return through lowered eyelashes and the curtain of her curls. She had refused to allow Wheezy to braid her hair today. She would need the protection. 