Hermione had never been more grateful that her robe was impregnated with a rain-repelling charm; the rain slid right off the wool rather than collecting on in it and eventually soaking through. Wood and Chang huddled to her right, and Neville and Colin Creevy – too young to be fighting, far too young but they needed everyone they could get – were on her left. Ron was right in front of her, eyes and teeth gleaming in the moonlight.