Day 3: Snow
She had once loved the snow. It was so fresh and new. So crisp and bright. No matter how old she got, Hermione found great pleasure in the hoteness that came with winter.
Except for right now. At this moment, the snow was unwelcomed.
She was already cold and hungry and moody, and the falling show did not help her. No matter how many warming charms she placed on the tent, they just couldn't combat the cold from the snow. Ron and Harry continued to explain about the weather, and she too added her anger. After all, they were already on the run for their lives, fighting off a reingimg ecil , she did not need to add frostbit to her list of problems.
Still, as Hermione sat gaurd, she couldn't help but rum her fingers through the amassing snowflakes. Hopefully once this was all over, she could fins it inside herself to love the snow once more.
