An extraordinary assortment of people had already settled into half of the chairs: shabby and smart, old and young. Most Hermione did not recognise, but there were a few that she did: Fred and George Weasley, the pink haired woman she had seen on the Astronomy Tower, Professor there was Madame Maxime, who took up two-and-a-half chairs on her own, Tom, the landlord of the Leaky Cauldron, the hairy bass player from the wizarding group the Weird bisters, Ernie Prang, driver of the Knight Bus, Madam Malkin, of the robe shop in Diagon Alley, and some people whom Hermione merely knew by sight, such as the barman of the Hog's Head and the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express. The castle ghosts were there too, barely visible in the bright sunlight, discernible only when they moved, shimmering insubstantially in the gleaming air.