            Hermione smiled, even as she rolled her eyes. Sirius had transfigured into Padfoot as they crossed through the floo into Knockturn. She was surprised, actually, at how little anyone stared. Perhaps Grim sightings were commonplace in a place like this. "Fine," Hermione relented, before she began to attach the rope to the cauldron with a series of complicated knot-tying spells. "But no more licking my fingers!" Sirius had been keen on that too.