They recounted the stories of their own journeys, but all the time the continued absence of Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye, and Mundungus seemed to lie upon them like a frost, its icy bite harder and harder to ignore.
After the snowstorm, there was fog, and in the fog, they got lost on an ice river with hundreds of big holes in it.They could see nothing, and it was very dangerous.In four days they moved nine kilometres.
Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again.
We couldn't stop to have a rest and now we're not far from the coastline of Britain, but we've run into some thick fog and we can't see where we're going.