            Hermione nodded. "That’s too bad. I was hoping that something might come of you two going out into the city." She looked between them, at the strange...calmness between the wizards. Perhaps something has come of it after all. Though they were ignoring each other, both now studying her newspapers, she sensed no strain. Hermione wanted to pry, but decided to save it until after she’d shared her own, better news. "Well...I have some rather good news. Or bad, depending on how you look at it." She turned and gestured towards the spread of newspapers. "I was able to pinpoint the locations of disappearances, both where the people are from, and where they were last spotted," she said excitedly. Hermione tiptoed through the papers, careful not to crush any, and picked up a heavy Atlas she had found in the apartment’s small collection of books. After a few seconds, she flipped to the page she’d bookmarked—a map of the northern coast of France. Then, with her wand drawn, she said in a clear voice, "Revelare venalicium!"