Sally led Hermione out of the tree-lined avenue of the North Causeway and into a well-manicured garden of techicolour. Flowers and bushes were artfully arranged along a path of precisely-trimmed lawn, and a little stream flowed here and there all through it, darting beneath tiny arches and bridges with a soft rushing sound. It was a really lovely little ramble. Hermione was very bitter that she wasn't able to manage it on her own feet, having to be content with being hovered around everywhere by her personal elf, at least until her legs were strong enough to support her weight again.