Her brows pop up, surprised it worked. Hermione follows Hepzibah out onto the main alley, slowing down her pace to allow the redheaded woman to stride aside her. They are probably an odd pair. Hepzibah is an explosion of color and Hermione has purposely dressed herself to blend in as much as possible. She glances up at her, musing at her appearance. Harry had described her in the least flattering terms possible, but she wonders if that was all simply tainted by Tom’s own disgust toward her. Hermione thinks Hepzibah is even beautiful in a way, sort of like a clown, but a beautiful one.   