They were silent for a while. Hermione’s thick robe and woolen scarf kept her warm easily at first but with the exertion of her quick pace she was now beginning to overheat. She felt sweat dewing her skin underneath her layers, and her breath poured out in silky vapors in front of her as she breathed. The sky ahead was clouded but brilliant beneath that loosely woven blanket of clouds—the sun itself peered at them now and then, illuminating the landscape vividly. 