After a gentle pat to her cheek, he stood up from the table. He crossed the tavern in just a few strides of his long legs to disappear out the front door. Some of the enchantment or haze or whatever one wanted to call it that clung to his presence faded away the longer he was gone. Deciding that she had had enough of being out, Hermione desired nothing more than to go back to the damned cottage. Once her tab was paid, she followed Rodolphus" path out the front door.