The cabin was small and worn down. Deer pelts and rabbit fur hung drying from the little front porch of the home. The forest’s floor stood forever cluttered in dead leaves. There was nothing more peaceful than a cabin the middle of the woods, to Hermione. It had taken them what felt like a while to get to Norway, apparating for long periods of time, with short breaks in between to sleep overnight on a little boat traveling towards Norway. When they were close enough, Tom side-along apparated with Hermione, who was still exhausted from apparating the day before to the small town that was said to be the closest to Calum. It was mid-day when they trekked through the forests with only the local’s help in directing them to Calum’s home. They were dressed comfortably in light hiking gear with nothing but Hermione’s small purse at her side that held everything she could list for them to possibly need on the trek. A tent to pop up, books, potion ingredients, her own first-aid kit, clothes, and so much more. The extension charm impressed Tom when he found out that was how Hermione traveled anymore, even more impressed when she told him she had learned it at an early age at Hogwarts.