The surface had never really appealed to Hermione, it was far too warm and the wind felt like small blades attempting to cut through her perfect iridescent skin. It took her far too long adjusting her senses to the aridness, not to mention the awful task that was breathing. Filling her lungs with air through her mouth instead of her gills felt fundamentally wrong, but she tried not to fight it as she breached the surface of the water.