Hermione walks away from the shelter, studying her runes for the next clue they can provide her. If someone had taken supplies from this building... surely they would not have gone far with the stolen supplies. Who would want to be outside at this time anyway?

Besides her.

She is so cold. Oh Merlin... if she could only cast one spell right now. But she is far too exhausted to remember the right incantation. The right tone of voices. And wandless magic is so challenging to use at the best of times. It is wisest not to chance anything right now... when she can't even think straight.

Hermione plunges through the snow again. Hopefully the next location that her runes guide her to will provide more information.