No one was waiting for her when she arrived. Nervous that she was walking right into a trap, she kept a tight grip on her wand. Ambushes were a serious possibility that she needed to consider. While it had been many years since she found the eerie location scary thanks to her memorable night with Fenrir, she still felt ill at ease being so exposed. The crumbling shack was far removed from the busy path to the village, but it wasn't exactly a difficult place to get to. And she wasn't even completely certain who she was meeting to begin with. While her husband was the most obvious choice, she wasn't entirely convinced.