A whiff of almond butter and cherries, however, put out his last rays of hope. She was here; he was sure of it. Not that he knew her scent by heart or anything. He shook his head and focused his attention. Scanning for the dead giveaways of a notice-me-not charm, he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. A quick Finite Incantatem didn’t yield any results either. Yet the sweet-smelling hallmark of a Hermione Granger lingered in the air.