Berks, prats, snobs and arrogant arseholes were the most charitable thoughts that ran through Hermione’s head. Not that she wasn’t careful on these days. A swift stinging hex could be cast by some of the more hidebound and reactionary elements of the Magical Community in a crowded place. The miscreant could easily dart away before they were discovered. Never a nice way to start the day. With baby Granger inside her, the possibility that she would bring the roof down on  everyone  couldn’t be ruled out.