A quick scan of the virtually empty pub showed there to be four other souls in the building: one man behind the bar organizing the bottles, a frustratingly flirtatious and happy couple in the darkest corner slobbering over each other, and a solitary man nearing middle-age at the end of the bar clearly just off work. Hermione willed herself to not get too cocky. Though she knew it was going to be all too easy, she couldn't allow her countenance to reveal her confidence. Half of the subterfuge required that she seem as innocent as her magical genetics would suggest.