Due to it being the height of summer, the flower beds weren’t in full blossom anymore, but it didn’t take from the beautiful, almost tranquil atmosphere. A soft breeze made the trees rustle and carried the high calls of peacocks. Hermione spotted at least ten, all of them strutting through the gardens with suitable arrogance and haughtiness. Although she couldn’t hear any mooncalves calling this time, there was a distinct whinnying in the distance and it wouldn’t surprise her if Lucius Malfoy was the kind of wizard who owned a few unicorns that suitably matched the aesthetic of his estate.