They had to perform that last bit of the process outside. Lucy needed room to transform and adjust. The storm had to come over her as she took the potion. Everything had to happen  just right. Ginny practically dragged her into the backyard. It was pouring rain, sticky humidity hung in the late summer air, and lightning struck frighteningly close by. Lucy hardly had a clue where she was. She felt drunk, on the verge of blacking out. It was a scary feeling, losing control. Ginny spoke to her, but Lucy couldn’t make out what she was saying.