Hermione stopped in place, letting out an 'oh' as if she hadn't realized until he pointed it out. She took her wand back out and muttered a quick spell, the dark purple robes growing shorter and slim. They were far more flattering than before, and Hermione was sure they had been a gift from Nate. Under them were her now shrunk blue jeans and a white blouse, both as muggle as they got- and a bit matronly with the thick fabric and modest neckline. "Right," she muttered, taking his arm once more as she put her hand out and pushed the door of the dirty pub open.