Not a soul was in sight. It must be the middle of classes. Impressive considering Alt-Draco said he was going to meet his father for lunch, Draco and Hermione had expected the halls to be crawling; part of why they had been terrified. Fending off curious classmates who would no doubt see them as frauds with one slip of their tongues, one bad lie, one wrong move, was something they had mentally prepared for and was relieved wasn’t needed.