The sun was low in the sky, setting a golden hue across everything. Hermione took a breath, feeling her lungs expand with the cool evening air, and felt herself really take in the sight. When she’d ridden on the Buckbeak, it had been terrifying. With only the feathers to hold onto, Hermione had been certain that at any moment, the feathers would fall out and she would slip off the shoulders of the hippogriff.