Hermione sighed as she left her room above the Leaky Cauldron, throwing her wand up and down in her hand. Most of the patrons of the pub steered clear of the girl as she walked past them all, entering Diagon Alley. She looked quite the intimidating sight, torn Muggle jeans and a skin tight black shirt. Her hair was done up in a tight braid and a black choker was sitting on her neck. She looked exactly like those kids that her mother had warned her about when she was a child.