After their meeting that morning Hermione made her way back to the house where Harry and Teddy were wrapping up their camp out. She felt guilty for the way she'd come in Friday night. Mr. Clegg was stressing over an upcoming case and she'd told him she would complete the paperwork on three of their smaller jobs over the course of the weekend so all he had to do was finalize the legal portion that Hermione was not licensed to do. Therefore, she had told Harry not to worry about packing up the tent and taking care of their camp ground. Besides, Hermione needed something to do to keep herself busy while in the house on her own.
The clean up hadn't taken long and seeing as she absolutely hated being in the house by herself she picked up the last of the files that needed wrapped up and apparated to the street just outside of Finnigan's. Opening the door she released a sigh of relief when she noticed the place was practically empty. Glancing around she set her sights on a table and with a wave of her wand sent her items to rest upon it before walking in Seamus' direction. "Evening, Seamus," she greeted him believing it would be rude to treat her former housemate and friend as just the proprietor of the establishment. She'd make her request after some small talk.