"Harry!" Hermione had spotted him and was pushing through the crowds, her cheeks flushed red with exhilaration and anticipation. She clasped a hand around his arm and glanced furtively over her shoulder before dragging him into an alcove where they wouldn’t be overheard. Her eyes darted across him, as if she expected to find something hiding in his robes, "Well?" she said impatiently, "Did you get it?"