Satisfied that the proprietor of the shop wouldn't remember that she was there that day or what she saw when she reentered, Memory-Hermione left the shop quickly. With one last glance at the carnage on the pavement, she smiled. Reaching into the pocket of her robes, she removed a small vial filled with the familiar illicit potion that she used to swallow at every provocation. One vial, two, three, finally four dribbled down her throat. Her smile was still plastered on her face as she stepped over the bloody corpse of her husband's mistress.