Cornwall, Somerset, the western country. Penelope had spent several days in the area scouting out locations. Most of them bore ancient significance and roots, having been used either for archaic magical rituals no longer in practice hundreds of years ago or as places sacred to muggles. They would paint themselves blue and consort with the cosmos, often with the aid of magic. THat was back in the day when muggles openly acknowledged the existence of magic and even tried to practice it themselves. Some among their number may even have been squibs, but who knows? The trick was to find one that was no longer open, or maybe as of yet undiscovered by the muggle archeologists. She had consulted many maps, old anthologies, and other ponderous tomes. She had discovered several possible locations, but upon further investigation, they turned out to be uninhabitable.

She turned to her next location with more hope...