Hermione looked good in her battle clothes, primed and powerful. The runes in the linings were responding to her magic. Enola's mother was so good at creating just the right combinations to maximise effect. He hoped he'd be half as good as her at such things one day. Harry could feel Hermione's magic coursing through her outfit, protecting her as she moved. He wondered if she was sensitised enough to it yet. He was certainly more aware of her each time he saw her.