Inside the cabin, Hermione was greeted with the old familiar smell of a crackling fireplace. The smell of the oak wood burning was so pungent, she couldn’t take in any other smell. Calum did well to make use of every single inch of space inside the small cabin. Off to the left stood the kitchen with herbs drying from the ceiling, an old stone cooking something inside of a pot, and a deep, old sink filled with pots and pans. Shelves lined the walls, filled with spices and potion ingredients. The entrance area was really the living room, adorned with a well-kept fireplace, a worn red couch facing it, and a few deer heads hanging from the wall above. A bookshelf off to the very right sat before enough space to open to the door to what looked to be cracked open to a messy bedroom. The man lived comfortably and for just one moment, Hermione envied him -- living there, alone and unbothered.