            Hermione fell to her knees. She first looked up at Lucius, who was watching her with some mixture of awe and revelation, then to Sirius, who had his hand over his mouth as he took in the sight of their spellwork. Finally, her gaze swept the space. The grass was scorched and blackened with the streaks of their spells. The scent of  burnt soil and charred plant-life hung heavily in the air, mixing with the stinging salt. Most astonishing of all, the sky had completely cleared—the storm of dark, wrathful magic was gone, and the sea beyond the smaller doorway had calmed into tranquil blue.