Pandora shivered almost violently as she left the shop. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten how cool it was as the sun was heading down, or how damp she was despite a lot of spell work on her part. She still wasn’t certain of the precise qualities of the water of the enchanted painting, but it resisted spell work quite heavily. It was old, she knew that much.
She clutched Elroy’s cloak around her. She didn’t feel up to Apparating and she had to get some warmer clothes on before she’d feel up to either doing so or catching a taxi. She muttered dire imprecations at the work she’d been doing today under her breath as she stomped down the alley, her once wonderful boots still squelching quietly. Ruined. Her entire outfit for the day was utterly ruined.