How in the name of Merlin's unwashed long johns can it be this bloody hot?

Hermione gratefully accepts the offered water, and it takes great effort to not just pour all of it down her parched throat. Instead she forces herself to just take one gulp of cool liquid into her mouth, and it isn't nearly enough but at least it's something.

"No, I want to find it."

She probably should say yes to finding some shade, but at times pride wins out over practicality and she doesn't want to seem weak. It's just weather for crying out loud.

Weather that... actually makes her drip.