Their new safe house was quiet, very quiet. Sometimes too quiet. Hermione wasn't aware of how easily she'd gotten used to the sound of the ocean waves just a stone's throw away from her bedroom window in Cornwall. The cadence of the waves lulled her to sleep and gave her something to focus on when her mind drifted aimlessly from topic to topic. Tucked away in the cottage in the middle of the countryside somewhere in the Cotswolds, she missed the ambient sounds she'd become used to. Birdsong annoyed her more often than it soothed her. The rustling of leaves in the slight breezes didn't help much either.