Lovely Scottish weather
For the first time in the past hour or so, Hermione felt the magnificent weight on her shoulders dull down to that of an elephant.
Her laughter could not be contained and in turn, scared the other woman off. If the woman with bi coloured hair really was so much of an ice queen to be deterred by laughter, she resolved to do it more often. Thanks to whatever extra terrestrial beings that were out there, there was a way she could avoid the live ghost that haunts her.
A couple minutes (or maybe it was more, she really hadn’t been paying attention to the time) later, she had finished her fit of laughter that had been caused by an image of a flying pig with Draco’s face on it. The detention she had been threatened with would definitely be worth it when she got Harry to draw the picture for her. Perhaps, if she was feeling bold, she might even send it to Narcissa herself. Now, that- that would be something she would pay to see. Draco’s mother’s reaction had been a complete exaggeration, I mean “an angel sent by the great wizard merlin himself”. No wonder Draco had such a ginormous ego.
While Draco was in her thoughts, she wondered if their limo had faced the same issue. Of course that was rather unlikely, as a future Auror Harry had already been granted permission to apparate on the school grounds. Lucky bugger, she thought.
She resumed her brisk walk, tripping over no less than 10 times on various sticks and stones that had miraculously found themselves in the middle of a grass field in the Scottish Highlands.
There was a noticeable absence of trees in this area and having spent a month or so studying the weather patterns around the United Kingdom, Hermione was absolutely sure there was no wind current that came anywhere close to the school. Of course, most of this was due to the magical barriers in place, which she had read about in her favourite non-fiction book of all time; Hogwarts, a History. Unfortunately the weather limitations only accounted for wind, tornados and hurricanes, although she couldn’t fathom why they wouldn’t forgo rain around the main grounds of the school. Trudging across the school grounds in the pouring rain was most definitely not ideal. The lack of rain repellant charms in a world of magic was complete bollocks.
As if her thoughts had spurred a change in the weather, the already gathered clouds began to unleash their wrath upon her. What the wrath was for- she had no idea, however perhaps the limo driver had been correct in suggesting they bring some clothes. She most definitely needed her raincoat and, perhaps, she shouldn't have neglected to bring her thermos along too, she could do with a nice cup of hot cocoa.
Up ahead, she could see Narcissa’s lithe figure come to a still to grab out her wand and wordlessly transfigure the top of her dress into a raincoat. Hermione wished she knew the spell, but for now she would just have avoid falling into a puddle. Unfortunately Merlin had decided that her day was not going to improve and in the next second she slipped over and done exactly that.
When she heard the brunette cry out in indignation Narcissa really couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. How the muggleborn was still so prideful and stubborn she could not understand. Regardless, she could understand the slew of insults Hermione let out at her as she turned around.
“Bloody good for nothing prissy.”
“And, how may I ask, is your lack of awareness my fault?” The older witch challenged.
The brunette just glared at her.