The sniffles stopped the moment Hermione said her name. Stepping closer to the small figure huddled next to what looked like a rubbish bin in the dark, she moved slowly, careful not to frighten her any more than she was already. She crouched down to get her face on the same level and held out her green dragon. Light from a nearby lamppost illuminated the area just enough that Maisie could see what she held. Relief was written all over the girl. She rushed towards Hermione, grabbed the dragon from her, and threw her arms around Hermione's neck.