Soon enough she reached Zonko's, though not as soon as she would have had she not wanted more time to think. It was closed by then, of course, but Hermione wasn't concerned. She edged around the building cautiously, not wishing to attract the attention of any of the few still wandering the streets. The back of the shop was completely invisible from the road, and they hadn't done much to spruce it up. It was overgrown and smelled of chemicals on a warm day, but the snow covered any vegetation and Hermione could only smell the sharp, bitter scent of the cold. She covered her nose with her scarf all the same, out of habit and in a likely-ineffective attempt to keep herself from inhaling any dangerous substances. Not far away she could see what functioned as a dumpster where they clearly Banished any used or faulty equipment and products. The snow was undisturbed.