Theo thought about Blaise’s words for a moment and looked even more depressed than before. Hermione felt like an intruder whose ears were not meant for this conversation and tried to focus her attention on something else. Somehow, the old paintings on the walls, which she had already seen too often as most of them hung in a similar version in the Gryffindor common room, seemed quite interesting. And the rugs, she had never seen something more intriguing for the eyes.