The cottage closest to where her feet landed made the most logical sense to approach first. Like all of the others it was completely dark. Unlike all of the others, the windows were all covered up. When she took a few steps closer to the door, she could feel a familiar prickling against her skin. Antonin would never allow himself to relax inside a home that wasn't properly warded. Feeling more confident that she'd picked the right cottage, she knocked on the door. As she waited for the occupant to answer, she tried to push away the thoughts that she was glad the spell didn't lead her to Ginny's house. The less thought about that woman, the better.