By the time she reached the decrepit building, she was soaked through. The cottage had no running water or electricity, nor any other facilities that might make surviving just that bit easier. Part of the roof was missing, and the windows that weren’t boarded up had long since lost their glass panes. The floorboards were rotting, releasing a pungent earthy smell into the place. Hermione automatically lunged over the weakest area; if she were to put any sort of weight on it, she would surely fall through, and even though the foundation had been set neatly on flat ground, she had nothing to treat the inevitable scrapes and scratches. It wasn’t worth being careless. 