"It's been the same at work," Hermione began. She stopped as Harry drew his wand and pointed at a group of figures trudging toward the crowd. The glare from the setting sun was in her eyes, and she squinted to make out what Harry saw.
"I - I'm not sure." She unsheathed her wand. Normally she would have cast a blocking spell on the light, but the last time she'd done that she'd nearly blinded herself.