Deceived
The vibrant streets buzzed with life as Hermione and Lloyd savored steaming cups of noodles from a nearby vendor, the savory aroma wafting through the air. After a moment of anticipation, they settled at a weathered wooden table. Behind them, Gerald and the others stood like sentinels, their eyes keenly scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of trouble, ready to draw their swords at a moment's notice.
As Hermione took in her surroundings, her eyes sparkled with delight. "I truly enjoy moments like this, where peace reigns," she said, a warm smile spreading across her face. "There's no one here to cause us trouble, and I feel free from the weight of judgment." She lifted her gaze to Lloyd, her expression a mixture of hope and contentment, as if the tranquility of the moment could last forever.