Friday came and Hermione went home at noon to change and grab some lunch before going to meet up with Draco and Scorpius. She stood looking through her closet trying to decide between a pleated skirt or slacks when crookshanks decided to wrap himself around her ankles and distract her. The cat was nearly 15 though the kneazle in him meant that he'd live longer than a typical cat would. She knelt down and picked him up, stroking his wiry orange fur. 