Hermione was thrown back to 1998 in an instant. Time might have slowed her down, but instincts kicked in without even thinking. She probably shouldn't have thought the worse, since they had no guarantees, but she always prepared for the worse.
She broke off her heels and grabbed a cloak. She barely had time to put it on when Dylan and James arrived. "Let's go." They couldn't wait for a bigger group. It would be too dangerous. Merlin, she really hoped that Ron had gone at King's Cross.
Pushing the door open slightly, she could hear the panicked noises from downstairs. "Come on." She waited until both of them were in their stairway and put a privacy spell. "In case we get separated, head downstairs, go out through the phone booth. Most people do things out of habit and they'll go for the floo." They might not see their homes for a long time. "We'll go to the farmhouse."