She sat by the window with her cup of hot tea, staring ahead at the sea. The waves were hitting the sandy shore like wild animals, and the wildest of them almost reached the terrace of the cottage. The wind was howling, making the windows rattle, and Hermione had half a mind to go outside but the weather seemed cold and windy and she didn’t trust her healing body to keep her steady enough to withstand it. All she could do was wait.