She rolled her eyes, not finding any amusement in the situation in the slightest. Doing as he suggested, she thought about the address written on the parchment. Almost immediately the complicated enchantments hiding the true façade seemed to melt away. Revealed in its place was a charming, little cottage surrounded by a garden even Fenrir Greyback would be proud to call his own. In fact, the location looked so similar to his little piece of the world that she felt her chest grow heavy with thoughts about the werewolf. Where was he? How was he faring in the uncertainty of their current time? She had to push away the thoughts when her husband asked her what she thought.