It’s pouring, even for London, and it has been for a week now. Unending rain gets everyone down, but doesn't stop the war. Everyone’s been traipsing in and out for the past week, bringing mud and water and cold. Hermione only had to go out once, thank God, to pick up some supplies in Chelsea and take them to South Hampton, and she goes out grimly and comes back scowling, hair dripping water down the back of her neck. She hates this weather with everything she is. It's not just the rain, it’s the wind, and the soggy cold that just permeates everything, right to your bones, and it takes an age and a scalding bath to get your body temperature back to normal.