To Hermione's relief, no one seemed to care about the two women. Not even her constant shadow. Thorfinn was too busy arguing with another wizard about some topic she was certain would only make her roll her eyes. Quidditch, most likely. Very little else could inflame a man's passions so. She walked confidently through the main room. Rosalind was only a step behind her, afraid to be left behind. Out in the cold darkness of the late night, Hermione grasped the girl's hand in hers and Disapparated them away from the village.