In no time at all, it seemed, Hermione was leaving her first train at Brussel-Centraal station and was waiting for her connection to Paris. She bought an overpriced takeaway latte and sat on a bench on the platform, watching the astonishing length of the Eurostar train as it gunned away from the platform opposite. The station was in fairly poor condition; graffiti-daubed signs adorned the high-rise buildings nearby as well as the station waiting rooms, the toilets were in need of a good clean and the whole place had a dark, dingy sort of feel to it.