Alecto pulled Hermione into a tight embrace. Lasting only a few moments, when they broke apart, the older witch rushed out of the restaurant claiming to be in a bit of a rush. Hermione picked off a coarse, white hair that clung to the front of her robes where Alecto's clothes rubbed hers. Maybe she got a cat in the months since they'd seen each other last. It didn't matter. She was just glad the meal was over.