Once in Bari, Hermione decides that she could live on the adriatic coast forever if she had to. The port city is filled with beautiful white buildings, contrasting against the endless blue sky and sea. She spends the short ferry trip on the upper deck, watching the city disappear behind them. Tom’s gaze prickles at the back of her neck, but she chooses to ignore his omnipresence. She closes her eyes, inhaling the salt air and letting it fill her lungs as her hair whips around her. 