She found a thick tree to rest against, pulling a blanket from the bag she had brought with her. The extension charm she had placed on the bag was helpful enough. As the sun dipped low into the horizon, barely visible from behind the thick clouds threatening Hermione with rain, Hermione rested her head back against the bark and felt as relaxed as she could be given the circumstances. She almost got up to place around wards should she fall asleep, but stopped herself. She needed the Death Eaters to find her, after all.