"That Slytherin bird who got off?" At Ron's nod, Hermione opened her mouth to say something, stopped, then shook her head. "Never mind. Come on." She tugged him by the wrist over to the far side of the street, moving up the walk for about a block until they came to pause in front of a quaint little bungalow that was marked up For Sale. She observed Ron's reaction carefully, hopeful.