She doesn’t know what to expect when she steps out of the Floo at Blaise’s. He’d written a set of personalized instructions of the back of her invitation, in his now familiar swooping script. Like many historic wizarding residences in Britain, Blasie’s property had an anti-Apparition barrier tied to its blood wards. Hermione had read a fascinating chapter on the subject last summer, and she’d tried to ask Blaise a few questions on the finer technicalities of such a ward. He hadn’t seemed as enthused on the topic as her.