Rain
Audrey lay awake in bed on her first night back in London, listening to the rain drumming against the windowpane. The sound was comforting, because it meant to her that everything was as it was supposed to be. It was supposed to rain in London, just as she was supposed to be back in her flat and her parents in theirs', not hiding away in New York with her mum's sister, waiting for the war to be over.
Sure, it was a nice city and all, and Audrey quite liked her aunt, but every day she thought and worried about what was happening back at home, even though she had trouble grasping the concept of a dark wizard, or any form of magic for that matter. As a matter of fact, that actually made the whole situation more difficult, because she felt so out of touch. Her family only received note of what was happening when their wizard friend (who had also been the one to advise them to flee) sent them a letter saying that it was safe to come back to London. Until then, Audrey thought the worst. She spent sleepless nights imagining the whole city up in flames and figures in dark cloaks casting spells on innocent pedestrians causing them to drop dead in the streets. When she came home and saw that everything was relatively normal, she almost cried with relief.
The rain continued to fall at a steady, consistent rate that was like music to her ears, a sign that everything was as it should be and everything was going to stay that way. Audrey allowed it to lull her to sleep.