Mr. Akingbade waved his hand over the area they'd moved to. It certainly was more luxurious than all of the times Hermione had been forced to sleep in a cave. Alexandre conjured a soft bed, a plush chair and a small table with a lamp for the memory charm expert's use. Just as they'd done in the tiny attic bedroom that had once been her home, Hermione took a seat on the edge of the bed and he pulled the chair closer to be able to face her.