The droplets floated by the window, sparkling in the afternoon light of the crystal. Hermione leaned from the window as far as she could, hand outstretched to meet the water where it rose. She had never heard of any type of magic that could create such a phenomenon, but it was mesmerizing, enchanting. The droplets were cold, drizzling upwards through her fingertips as they ascended into the blue abyss that sheltered Atlantis. 