Hermione wandered through the streets of Muggle London, trying valiantly not to get lost. While she was familiar with these streets - courtesy of her outings with Malfoy - she didn’t know them quite as well as the streets of her home.
She sighed, realizing that she was very lost. It was raining, and cold, and she was in the middle of nowhere. Lovely. She bit her lip, deliberating as to what she could do in this situation. There was only one house in the vicinity - a quaint flat that looked safe, but one could never tell.
She took a deep breath, realizing she had no other choice. She would stop, get directions, and leave immediately. If anything happened, she had her wand. She would be fine.
She marched forwards determinedly, perching on the ledge of the flat, before hesitantly knocking on the door.