Hermione Granger closed the door behind herself. 'Of course' she thought. Well, she forgot to buy rolls for her breakfast and she knew that, with the amount of workload she had, she won't have time to pursue such a mundane thing like rolls tomorrow. Not that her work was of such an utmost importance but still, this is how she earned her money.
She stepped down the stairs and went along a dark street. It was around eight in the evening and rain hit the sidewalks with loud splashes. 'Not, oh so dreamy background of a war hero' she thought with a lopsided smile, but in her soul she felt good that night 'Just the life'.
But it wasn't the night as any other. This day was to be embedded in her life tapestry with golden threads forever. Little did she know.
As she was coming back from small grocery two streets away with her rolls jumping merrily in a plastic bag suddenly, she noticed some kind of movement in the corner where side street met the main. She reached for her wand discretely, just in case it was some kind of attempt at robbery, but no. The light of a nearby street lamp revealed to her very unkempt elderly man with long silvery hair and short grey beard in an old green raincoat. 'Ouch!' She exclaimed. 'You scared me beyond belief, Mr'? And the next word died on her lips, for in that instant she recognized him. 'Xenofilius Lovegood'?
She didn't point her wand at him but stepped back remaining careful. The publisher of Quibbler admittedly got back to the way he was before the war and he apologised on pages of Quibbler in the very garish heading, but he wasn't that much liked by everybody as before (though mostly forgiven) and also his state of body and mind looked alarming.
'What's wrong with you'? She asked incredulously. 'I mean, what are you doing here Mr. Lovegood? Are you in any troubles'? Mr. Lovegood looked at her with a wild gleam in his eyes. 'He's here.' He wishpered to her. 'Who? Who is here, Mr. Lovegood? If you can't recall Voldemort is over...' She was getting angry at his disturbance. Before, it was just one rainy evening, and suddenly she was talking with one weird wizard. It didn't concern her, that he looked older. He was so unkepmt and dirty, and also the war took a tool on him as well, but his behaviour was, well... It was weird. Weird to the point, that it certainly was weirder than before.
She leaned a bit forward to him and heard him wishper conspirationally. 'No, not him, the Headmaster!' She felt sorry for the man now. 'Proffesor Dumbledore?, Mr. Lovegood,...' 'No! Not soddy Dumbledore!' Xenofilius was getting a bit anxious. 'Another dead Hogwart's headmaster Severus Snape'
At that moment Hermione knew, that she had, she really had to contact Luna because her father got mad.