Hermione hesitated, unsure if she should. She hadn't had a pleasant reaction to children in the train the other day and, despite having had the same reaction in other situations since, she didn't want a repeat performance if these children became rowdy. Hermione bit her lip and looked away, ready to decline when a small hand wrapped around her own. One of the children, a girl with hair not unlike Hermione's own disastrous mop, looked up to the older woman with intelligent green eyes and pulled her gently inside. Hermione had no choice but to follow, though knowing she could easily break the grasp of a girl no older than four.