Hermione made sure the door the fence was properly closed and latched. Making another look around for any spying eyes she ventures into her back yard, broomstick in hand. Her father was still at work and not due back for several hours, at least two, more if traffic was hassle, which it almost always is. Her mother was visiting an old friend from college, having tea and some laughs, not due back until at least the early morning hours. Hermione knew that they wouldn't protest what she was doing or even care. But Hermione did. She felt as if they were hurt that she was a witch and could do things they couldn't, that she would one day drift further into the other world leaving this one behind. Hermione didn't want to think about that, not yet. When she wasn't at Hogwarts she vowed to be a normal muggle girl, and let her parents to have a few moments with her in ways they could understand her. Still she needed to practice. Always the over-achiever she had to be better than this! It was embarrassing!

"Up broom!" Nothing.