Hermione had always seemed older than her age. He should have seen her when she'd bee twelve and acted like a middle-aged woman. In her own way, though, she'd loosened up a bit throughout the years, learning to enjoy life and not worry so much about getting top marks and excelling at everything she did. After all, there was no guarantee you'd make it to your next exam without getting sucked away into another world. Or worse.

His response surprised her, leading her to look at him curiously. "So you're... something like an Auror? That is, a police-... no, you wouldn't have those here, either. You protect mages who do what's right and punish those who don't. Does that more or less sum it up?"