Standing in front of the mirror, Hermione looked at herself. She had chosen to wear a flattering sundress that fit her bodice like a glove and then flowed out at the waist. It was an unusually hot day for late summer in London, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. She loved to feel the warm air kissing her skin, the sun shining brightly. There was nothing cold or dark about it. It was grounding. 