For the next couple weeks, Hermione made a concerted effort to head into populated areas every day for lunch to see if her revealing spell indicated any other potential matches. She saw three very faint matches, so faint as to be practically invisible. And she saw one more solid crown but on a wizard who looked old enough to be her grandfather. She gagged silently in distaste – clearly she could have been a bit more specific on her desired age range... she’d expected that the requirement to desire a 25-year-old witch would keep options within a few decades of her own age at least, but... ew. Having no other promising options, she pondered the purely theoretical idea of Severus Snape as a partner. He would never agree. But in an alternate reality when he did not despise her and would be open to a relationship with a former student, she tried to imagine what it might be like. 