After the morning droned on Hermione walked to pick up her lunch as opposed to just having it delivered like she usually did. She craved the feeling of the sun warming her cheeks. Once she picked it up and began the walk back to the bank, she felt unsettled. Her head darted around and there was a man walking behind her. It wouldn’t had been entirely strange; except she was certain that it was the same man that bumped into her earlier that morning.