Spring marched across the English countryside, painting the landscape with pinks, purples, yellows and every shade of green imaginable. Snow retreated into ditches and ravines, replaced by heavy rain. Bea pressed her hands and face to the large windows in the living room, all smiles for the watercolor world outside their home. Her breath left foggy circles on the glass. Hermione drew little hearts in them, capturing the fleeting moments for a few seconds longer.