"I was never a fan of brooms. The height is a little too much for me." Hermione smiles. "But I know of a few witches who do wear pointy hats."

Hermione waves her wand above her beaded bag. And soon pulls out a picnic basket, that she sets beside him. He might smell roast beef sandwiches, fruit, and fried chicken.

"No one to kiss you awake?" She hands him a sandwich.