Not one to be let out of the fun, I shifted into my raven form and let the air current take me up into the air. For a moment I remained motionless; feeling the air pass over my feathers, smelling the salt water in the air. It was moments like these that let me relax in ways that only Daphne was able to do. Where the weight of the world wasn’t on my shoulders and the countless lives were not constantly in danger. Where I wasn’t Queen of Avalon, but Hermione who was just almost an eighteen year old woman with hopes and ambitions. Well, nineteen if you count the Time Turner usage.