Instead of staying too long in the Hog’s Head, her quiet home gone perverse, she stepped out onto the street. She expected to see the view typical of 1996, but that wasn’t what greeted her. Well, not quite. Most of it was the same— Scrivenshaft’s was there, at the corner of High Street and the side street on which the Hog’s Head was situated, and so, too, were Zonko’s and the Post Office visible to the right. As Hermione reached High Street, however, the differences became obvious. Perhaps if she hadn’t spent the majority of her upper adolescence traversing these streets, she wouldn’t know. Madame Puddifoot’s should have been visible from High Street, it’s rosy pink exterior rising through even the thickest of fogs. Instead, there was a small shop nearly indistinguishable from its neighbors in its plainness. Hermione had to squint to find it.