On the Rue Saint-Bernard, tucked away in the streets just off the Seine, was the pretty little Church of St. Margaret. It was a building unknown to most Parisians as well as tourists, and opposite it was a quaint little bijou cafe that Hermione was now sat outside enjoying the warming rays of the sun. She’d treated herself to a new, stylish Parisian outfit, a sort of one-piece garment of billowing beige silk that puffed out airily on her arms and cut off with lace frill just below the knee.