Their efforts were not in vain, but breaking the spell would have to wait for a later date. Just as Zelda was finishing up the final touches on the sign, the wind around them picked up, as did the snow. She'd charmed her robes to be water-resistant earlier, but her hair was not; her curls grew heavier against her head, and Delight was already dreading how they'd look when she pull them free of their ties later. She pushed her wand back in the holder around her waist, her gaze catching on the blinking purple light of her badge in the process.

"Bloody hell," she murmured under her breath, and then looked to Zelda's to make sure hers wasn't the only one. "The floo is down, we can't go home, and I don't think apparition is an option," she began, her eyes darting up to the skies. There was not one visible inch of blue sky, the clouds crowded and dark. The storm might last the night, if not the next day. If they couldn't go home, by Ministry order and limitations of the weather... "Where do we go from here?"

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