    "Be back later," she called over her shoulder as she hurried outside before her parents could reply. With a quick glance around she apparated to an alley near the bank. A flick of her wrist cancelled her glamours. She wasn’t worried about anyone recognizing her, after all she was several inches taller and over a decade older than the Hermione Granger anyone would look for. Not to mention her scarred face and stony expression would make her unrecognizable as the bright bookish teen known as Harry Potter’s best friend.