"Do you want to hear what I’ve found out, or not?" he spat. His eyes darted to her lips and then back up again. He took a step back and inhaled deeply, casting his gaze to the turbulent lake. The smell of rain and the cool dampness of the air was thickening quickly. Hermione made an intricate motion with her wand and felt the magic leave her fingertips, leaching into the cool wood before she knew she had protected them from the coming downpour.