Hermione hurried through the crowds, past a group of pretty young witches catching rays in the early August sun (and wondering if she would ever have had the confidence to simply strip down to her bra on her lunch break) and up the steps to the oak-panelled and marble building ahead of her. The imposing logo of the International Confederation of Wizards was emblazoned large on the huge glass doors and Hermione was suddenly fitfully anxious about where she was.