Hermione certainly didn’t want to be staying here for too long, but her train wasn’t due in for a good fifteen minutes, so she had no choice but to wait it out. The station was strangely quiet at this end, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hub in the middle. Hermione could hear litter rustling on the platform, as the breeze caused by passing trains stirred the air. It made her look around as each sound stood out loudly to her, exciting her thrumming paranoia each time.