It wasn’t large—perhaps ten feet across, bordered by decrepit storefronts on either side. One dared not linger in the square; there were far too many beings that delighted in the taste of human flesh to dawdle, but she was a formidable opponent, made so by experience, and she doesn’t anticipate challenges. Malfoy, however draws attention, so she strides across the narrow hall as eyes appear in the dingy windows. He follows close behind, and she doesn’t stop to allow his questions.