Hermione left the hotel early the next morning and slipped into the Gare du Nord, never once taking her hand from the wand in her pocket. She hadn't slept well, getting only a few broken hours here and there, as her anxiety only allowed her the lightest of slumbers. The high speed TGV train she hoped to catch was the first one of the day, a shuttle into Vaduz, via brief stops in Basel and Zurich. Hermione slipped into a seat, positioned near the aisle so that she wouldn’t entice company, then scowled at any passenger who might dare to try and sit by her.