Hermione was still a little bit shaken up from the days happenings. She had left work at what seemed to be the end of the day along with everyone else, even though she was certain that she had been there less than two hours.
No matter how hard she tried to push it away, her mind kept going back to the fact that she had been in a broom closet of all places, with absolutely no idea on how or why she had been there. Hermione didn't want to go straight home, a distraction was more along the lines of being just what she needed, and instead she headed to Diagon Alley.
It wasn't overly crowded in the early evening, even on a Friday, and Hermione crossed the street and pushed open the door to Flourish and Blotts, breathing in the familiar scent of parchment and ink. A new book sounded like a particularly wonderful idea.
Browsing the shelves, Hermione let her hand graze along the spine of some of the wonderfully soft leather covers as she considered the titles. Reaching the end of the shelf, she glanced sideways as she caught sight of someone sitting in the reading corner. Even behind a book she could pick the familiar face.