"Fucking terrible," Draco said, and as Jinx examined him and cast further Healing charms, Hermione's eyes scanned the area of Russia they had apparated into. Trees dotted sparsely over a bleak, rolling landscape, a thin layer of melting, muddy snow coating the ground, and on the horizon, the grey concrete of ugly buildings jutting into the sky. In the mid-distance Hermione could make out Ron, Kiam and Viktor approaching from a copse of trees, Viktor staggering a little – he must have been hit hard by the long-distance apparating too – and further off in the distance, to her left, she could see Remus and Delia Tiptree nearing their position at a quick trot.