Surprisingly, everyone had been kind to her since she was arrested the night before. Or rather, detained they called it. She wasn't sure what the difference was exactly. They still led her to the station in handcuffs and took away all of her personal belongings. It had been difficult to keep from shouting or physically harming the poor innocent officer in charge of digging through her pockets. One look at the wand she held in her hand made the officer's eyebrows raise. Hermione didn't miss how she cut her eyes to her partner in the corner of the room. Either they had seen wands before or they thought she might be crazy. Why else would a strange homeless woman with no identification be carrying an intricately carved stick around in her pocket?