The sun had set already and the city lights illuminated the area surrounding where the Leaky Cauldron used to be. Despite hearing about the explosion from multiple sources, including two that were actually there when it happened, she hadn't actually believed the truth of the devastation that the Muggle bomb created. Whether or not Theodore Nott Senior was indeed the one responsible didn't matter in that moment. She could worry about the old man later. If Draco was to be believed, she was in danger, but that wasn't exactly a new experience for her. Most of her life had been spent in some level of consistent danger. She was more sure how to react than when she wasn't.