Hermione had just purchased a tiny black horse that she thought was fitting for enough for the Rolls-Royce Twenty that Narcissa had custom-painted black with red leather interior, when someone gripped her elbow firmly and tugged her away from the main street where she had been angling to hail for a cab (because Kreacher had rudely declined her car service under the pretense that "Missus was not a real Malfoy or Death Eater").