Too caught up in her thoughts, Ashley didn’t notice Barty summon a different room until Rabastan nudged her. In place of the bedroom was a lounge-type area, somewhat similar to the Malfoys’ family room but much homelier in appearance. Ashley was ushered inside and urged to sit on the lone sofa, soon being sandwiched between Barty and Rabastan. While the former of the two propped his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back to relax, the latter reached within his robes and pulled out a single flower in pristine condition. A white camellia, to be specific. Ashley didn’t quite remember its meaning but she accepted it nonetheless. She would ask Neville later on. In the meantime, she had answers to get.