            After switching around his artifact-collection assignments (apparently the frantic Auror in charge of Lucius’s case was more than happy to oblige to get the wizard out of his face), Hermione had found herself on a four-hour train ride, a rather handsome-looking wizard seated across from her. She peeked over her book at his attire once the train cleared the station, noting his black wool peacoat and hair tucked beneath an emerald scarf. She herself had also worn House colors, her chin nestled atop one of Molly’s crochet creations from fourth year.