Emilia hated London. Absolutely hated it. She had only visited once before and the whole place had left a sour taste in her mouth. Growing up California, Huntington Beach to be exact, had not prepared the girl for this kind of weather, not that it had prepared her much for Washington D.C weather either, but at least in Washington the snow sticks, painting the city like a winter wonderland. Here, here it barely lasted a day, leaving the ground muddy and all sorts of disgusting. It also rained too much, and Emilia had already had to magical dry off her robes twice that morning, yet no matter how dry she became, she was never able to shake off the coldness that had seeped into her bones because of it.
She really did hate London.