She stood in an empty field, The dark enriched sky followed the wind which whisped through her carefully tamed curls. It was slightly chilly and Hermione's attire did little to protect her. She didn't have a choice in what she was able to wear, which she felt was a violation of her rights. Her entire nightwear was picked for her, down to the knickers and bra, much too scandalous for her liking. She sucked in a gasp of nerves and swallowed it whole. She was by some barren land in Wiltshire, England where a witch named Melody would take her to the club's location, Luckily she didn't have to wait further as a short, blonde-haired girl appeared by her side, she grabbed Hermione's arm before disapparating them away to a dimly lit underground tunnel. Hermione's feet suddenly landed on solid ground as she heard Melody speak in a thick Russian accent "it's on foot from here" her voice almost hesitant. Her heels tapped in the vast space as Hermione nodded and followed along.