Of course Hermione is in here. She glances up when Alan comes in and gives him a polite, blank of smile, but aside from that pays little attention; instead, she returns quickly to studying some kind of sphere made of fine silver wire, with little coloured glass beads strung along it. She's not sure exactly what it is, but it might well be the distant cousin of a Rubik's cube. She's certainly treating it as a puzzle, leaning down to where it sits and reaching out to gingerly shift a red bead along a wire.
At which point it clamps down on her fingertip, and she pulls her hand swiftly free with a slight gasp- "Ow!" -before glaring disapprovingly at the contraption.
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Of course Hermione is in here. She glances up when Alan comes in and gives him a polite, blank of smile, but aside from that pays little attention; instead, she returns quickly to studying some kind of sphere made of fine silver wire, with little coloured glass beads strung along it. She's not sure exactly what it is, but it might well be the distant cousin of a Rubik's cube. She's certainly treating it as a puzzle, leaning down to where it sits and reaching out to gingerly shift a red bead along a wire.
At which point it clamps down on her fingertip, and she pulls her hand swiftly free with a slight gasp- "Ow!" -before glaring disapprovingly at the contraption.