They parted with a kiss for luck, and spilt up. Hermione moved into the house, wand in hand and crackling with her magic, as Enola trod along in her wake, her own whitewood wand glowing in the gathering dusk. Hermione shivered as the magic of the house entered into a silent battle with her own, Dark against Light. She could feel it heave and surge against each other, causing a slight breeze to swirl around her body.