She even enjoyed the muggle news now, and it wasn’t just because of the charmingly suave weatherman Desmond Levant (who she’d run into at Primark over the summer and found herself entirely enamored with). So, it was to her surprise that dreary morning, as she yanked a comb through her hair, that instead of learning there would be a chance of snow that weekend, or that "it’s going to be a cold one, folks!’, Desmond said in a very abnormally harried manner that the coastline of Belgium had risen three feet overnight, and the Netherlands had experienced what could only be considered a near catastrophic sea level rise. 