So...outside of London, geography wasn't Sam's strong subject. Not in the slightest. She could muddle up whole countries given half a chance, and a lot of the places she knew had already been said. So for a while she was quiet, trying to think of a Wizarding community that wasn't just a place where one of her friends happened to live. Somewhere in her thoughts she'd starting thinking about the Easter holidays coming up, and visiting people...and whether it'd be warm enough to go to the beach, and then it hit her.

"Tinworth, professor? It's right on the coast in the south west." Devon, maybe? Or was it Cornwall? She had no idea, only having the vague sense they were both down over there somewhere and a long way from London. "It was founded quite soon after the Statute, I think, and is where Bridget Wenlock considered the properties of the number seven."