            Breakfast continued to be a painfully awkward affair, until Hermione waved her wand, and the dirty dishes sailed into the sink. "Well," she said tightly, folding her hands over the table. While eating, she had decided that their path forward required some immediate intervention, less they remain in this "borrowed’ flat until the world truly ended. "We need to start looking for the other end of the tunnel," she explained, meeting both their gazes in turn. "The other door. From my previous conversations with Harry, we know that the British and French Ministries believed people were disappearing somewhere along the Strait of Dover. Perhaps Dunkirk or Calais. Obviously, that’s quite a large area, especially if this door is masking itself. Magically, that is."