Hermione thought it all rather worked out in the end. Sometimes that kind of trickery was needed for such a deep-seated resentment toward everything she was. Hermione counted herself lucky that her parents were very accepting of her magical abilities.
"I'll also give her your name the next time I see her or speak with her," Hermione promised. Her phone trilled, signaling a message from Oz, and she realized she was late. "I'm sorry to just run like this but I'm running a bit late," she replied. "This might be a bit startling but I'm going to Apparate, which will look a lot like I'm disappearing out of thin air. My privacy spells will dissipate once I'm gone." With that, along with another reassuring smile, and Hermione was gone with a reasonably sounding 'pop', headed toward her destination.