[ At barely twenty-two, turning that age later this year, Hermione knows that her age betrays her a little. No one could know, of course, that she had been fighting and playing her part since she was a little girl, that battle and defending her friends and family was almost second nature now, so she didn't blame anyone for the misconceptions that came from a youthful face.

She only hoped that, eventually, her reputation would grow and people would see a stronger side of her.

The request doesn't make her scoff or ask for the lady to come back later, of course - no! Instead, she grins, beaming and nodding her head. ]

Yes! I make and sell compasses - did you see one of our posters?

[ They're working, and she's obviously pleased. ]

I'm not busy at all. We can sit down and talk about it, if you'd like.