A simple walk in the area before the sun went down the day before drew a number of uncomfortable stares. The address she had been given was the center of a small village comprised entirely of witches and wizards and their families. There had been some intermarriage with Muggles that had produced a number of residents who only sort of knew the significance of her presence. She could spot them in a heartbeat because they were the only ones not immediately rushing out into the front gardens to snatch their children up as she passed by. Some of them even smiled or gave her a nod.