She had to lurk for some time, but eventually she spotted a man near Flourish and Blotts who looked like the picture from the book. She waited for him to pause, reading a sign, and she hid in her little corner between the buildings and pointed her wand and prayed the target she was aiming for was actually in his pocket. Swish-and-flick. Hermione Granger was the best witch of her age and she could absolutely do this without panicking. "Wingardium leviosa," she murmured, and had to steady herself against the wall when she saw the glint of silver from the elderly wizard's pocket.