She cast a few basic spells, checking for any kind of ill intent, but found nothing. Good enough for now: she found a small patch of low-growing grass, cleared it of rocks and twigs, and sat down. "That’s nice," she said aloud, relieved: she’d been more tired than she’d realized. Probably she should have listened to Ginny and not gone to the Archives this morning: she had a headache brewing above her ears, and the work of casting boundary spells was not helping that situation at all.