Only steps inside the crowded cafe, a hand reached out to grab her arm in a tight squeeze. If there was one act she absolutely would not abide, it was unwelcome touching. Not caring that she was surrounded by Muggles and any use of magic could bring her husband round, Hermione reached into her pocket to feel the assurance of her only weapon. She was considering whether or not to actually use it when she looked up to meet the smiling blue eyes belonging to her old friend Thorfinn Rowle.