The Muggle pub was crowded tonight, more so than a usual Saturday Hermione had been to in the past. As she perched on the barstool, nursing a g and t, she noticed the flurry of activity around her with outsider’s eyes. Since the conclusion of the war just over four years ago now, Hermione had mostly avoided Muggle London, unable to reconcile herself with a world in which her parents no longer recognized their only daughter. Though they remained in Australia, Hermione found the disconnect between her past and her present too far a chasm to leap. The Muggle world simply held nothing for her any longer.