It was beautifully delicate, the small bird she held was lily white and soft its feathers shone in the evening light. Hermione felt a pang in her heart as she saw the broken wing. Gently bringing it to her home she decided to fix the wing. After all dove's are a beautiful sign of peace and hope. The world could do with more of that. Small coo's from the bird drew her attention back to it. A few minutes later she'd healed the poor bird's wing with a spell and as she watched it fly away Hermione felt at peace.