            It was beautiful, begging to be explored. For now, though, Hermione forced herself to set her eyes on the tether, following it to only a few shops down. Excitement and nerves bubbled inside her as she realized how close Sirius was, and she hurried towards the shop. As her ears were slammed with the sound of raucous, French singing and music, and the heady scent of liquor filled her nose, Hermione realized that of course Sirius had wound up in the first bar he’d stumbled upon.