Landing solidly on the hot sand, the port key sat disregarded. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, made tracks to the little beach house, though truth be told, it was more like a rustic cabin on stilts.
Inside, they turned the blinds to deflect the solar onslaught. Lavender, banged around the kitchen area to inspect the most important accommodation in her opinion, food. There weren't many fresh items to be had, however, the previous occupant had left several cans of pie filling and several kinds of vegetables and beans. Not great. Lavender lost interest in the offerings and went to find Parvati.