Rows upon rows of houses had been decorated with beautiful shells of all colours. Signs had been made in the same elegant scrawl that the old Siren books had been. It was clear that it had been abandoned for years but Hermione had still explored the place like it was home. In a strange way, it had felt like home. The magic of the area, although it had remained dormant for so many years, had seeped into Hermione's bones like a long lost friend and practically guided her on her way.