They walk for half an hour before they reach what looks like an inn near the edge of the town Hermione and Sabine Apparated in. Hermione hadn’t known exactly where she was going when she Disapparated with Sabine this morning. Her mind had focused on just getting away and somehow they’d landed in the middle of what looked to be a random, Muggle town, north of Aberdeen. Maybe she heard someone say it, one of the men they would send down to the basement, or her mother more than ten years ago. There was no real reason when all she was really thinking was escape.