Cardiff was beautiful even if the rain that fell was incessant and cold. Hermione couldn't remember why she hadn't spent much time in the city in the past. Something about a treaty or an unspoken agreement with the magical community in the city. They weren't outright supporters of the Dark Lord and his regime, but they weren't openly in rebellion against them either. Not like the ones in Edinburgh or half of Devon. Enough energy had been expended by the Dark Lord's forces in those places that they were usually left relatively at peace. Until an enemy of the Resistance had the foolish idea to enter their boundaries, of course.