The unmistakable sound of children's feet racing down wooden stairs poured into Hermione's ears. Little Italian she knew, and the little she knew of children was enough for her to piece together that they were bickering over who was going to make it to the door first. Sounds of complaints from the children came through, causing Hermione to smile slightly as the door was pulled open to reveal a young woman- looking no more than Hermione's eternized age. She wondered if this was the recipient of the letter, Cara Piccoli.