            They touched down on the slope of a green hillside, Lucius helping her off the broom when her legs began to tremble. "Thanks," she muttered, latching on to his arm until her balance returned. When she felt steady enough, Hermione turned slowly, taking in the spot where they’d landed. A pebbled pathway cut into the slope, and she saw more crisscrossing the countryside to the east. When she turned west, where the cliffs were, her gaze landed on a stone monument in the distance. The obelisk shot up against the brilliant blue sky, starkly man-made against the otherwise natural landscape. Though the rise of the land cut off the view of the sea, she could smell the salty water.