Hermione tried to calm her anxiety but it was hard. It had occurred to her what people might think or say if they say her out and about in the company of Narcissa Black. She still had no idea.
It didn't matter what they thought, per se, but Hermione hoped being able to figure out what others might think would give her some idea about what she should think about it.
"Floo," Hermione answered. She had never much cared for apparating and liked it even less after the events of being on the run with Ron and Harry.
Stepping out of her office, she closed and locked the door behind her. Making her way to the main entry way, she picked one at random and walked over to it. Taking a pinch of floo powder, she waited for Narcissa to go first so she could announce the destination.