How they found themselves back out in the December cold, Hermione would never understand. The warming charm cast around the group left a pleasant hum in the air, but the biting chill in the air somehow still lingered. Hermione swore it would snow soon, likely the first snow of the season. Since she was a little girl, the snow held its own magic in her eyes. Each year as the snow began to fall, she’d silently wish for the stars to bring her happiness. And each year, she thanked them for what she had. 