Hermione bunched the muscles of her legs in an effort to get ahead of whoever must be behind her. Body ready, mind preparing all the needed facets to let her make a clean getaway. The Locket in her hand fell down by its chain until it was only looped around a finger and the silvered cup she held in her other hand with a loose grip. Best she drop the items if it came to it, she could make a clean escape if the other person was too worried about what she could have stolen. 