            Now, as the memories trickled in, and the snow seeped through her thin red jumper, her decision to come didn’t seem like such a good idea. Ron was pissed, they may or may not have just broken up, and she had no idea if Lucius’s letter was an invitation, or a perfunctory note he sent to all his...associates. She was about to turn, to apparate back and storm upstairs to her bedroom, when the gates groaned. One side swung open, wind pushing it further. Either Lucius had been alerted to her presence, or he was expecting company. Hermione was still debating which when a pop! sounded, and a house elf appeared just inside the property line.