[The weather had been awful, and the presence of that...thing made her wary as bloody hell. But Grell found a pretty good tent with a nice overhanging of branches with full leaves to protect her from most of the elements, be it scorching sun or wet rain.

Currently, she's sitting on a in front of the entrance to a tent she picked out. If she's going to share space with others, they'll have to get past her first. She's reading the Daily Prophet to catch up on what these natives are doing.

At least she's from Great Britain, and has an advantage in comparison with most of these stranded souls.]