Hermione stepped close and took a look at the altars, for the candles burning there were very specific and casting a mystical sort of glow around the stone crucible. Harry had placed a crimson candle on the altar of Fire, but an azure blue one on the corresponding Air altar, and the flames themselves flickered in these colours. Hermione felt her eyes reflecting the shift from red to blue and back again, with the flick of the soft gusts of air that permeated the Temple. And with each wave of light that passed over her she felt her insides stir, as though they were infusing her with some sort of unseen power. It made her heady and dreamy as she drank in their aromatic scents.