At dinner she looked over several maps, plotting her moves. She needed, wanted, isolated forests with few hikers or campers. She selected two. She planned to take a short vacation, a brief goodbye to her old life, then split the remaining time between the two forests. She didn't want to stay in any one spot too long, afraid someone would notice her. She had no idea if Voldemort even agreed to play. Other diners offered suggestions of sights she needed to see. She dutifully recorded everything, compiling a list, like a real backpacker might. After dinner, she arranged for an early checkout, though the owner insisted she wait until the kitchen opened so she could have a proper breakfast before starting out. Her eyes focusing on Hermione's thin frame, her lack of a healthy weight. She nodded but remained silent.