The streets of the Midway Hallow were empty. People had retreated back into their cosy houses due to the downpour.Hermione cursed her decision to step forward in such an odd hour but the papers for the portkey verification were to be submitted before the deadline. so she had to go to their office in Muggle Amsterdam.
With the rain pooling in her socks she balanced the bag on the shoulder and held the umbrella with simplified ease.She wondered what would have caused such an uproar back home that led the Ministry to cut short her holiday. She had been long gone from Britain it was close to a month. The reason for such a long vacation was that she needed a break from the daily course of the job and her offered 15 day paid leave was wasting. So she decided to pull a month long holiday, travel the world.
A distinct crack resounded from near her legs. Hermione fought balance as she felt herself falling, Thanks to her reflexes she caught herself in time.
Now a dainty brunette witch was standing in the rain precariously balancing her umbrella,folders and a broken heel on the empty streets of Muggle Amsterdam. Her clothes were soft and comfortable but reflected cost.
Hair tied in a simple ponytail, the witch was young but her eyes held a knowing and experience aura. She checked around her to spot an area beside the street light where little light was reflected. Once again checking for any passers-by or bystanders,she moved towards the dim light area.Within seconds the street was empty again.
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