His coat was long, all the way to his shins. It reminded Hermione of wizard robes. The wind had picked up his collar and thrown it against his neck, cupping the underside of his sharp jaw and pointed chin, throwing his pale skin into sharp contrast against the black material that seemed to swallow the street lights’ shine and give nothing back. His hair whipped around him, much like hers was, but the lightning-white shock of it against the black night around him made him appear like a spectre.