            "Malfoy Manor," he announced. He threw down the powder, the flames leaping an emerald green. After a whoosh and a yank and a mouthful of ash, Hermione stumbled out into a large entryway. Gleaming, thin-slatted floorboards stretched diagonally over the square room, interrupted only by the two curved staircases acceding up to a second-floor landing. Sconces flickered on the deep green walls, throwing pools of warm light onto the dark wood. Hermione banished the dust with her wand as she stepped further into the parlor, glancing to her right to find the wrought-iron doors. Two plain doors were set into the walls, both shut to the halls beyond. As her eyes swept the room again, landing on Lucius, a frown pulled at her mouth.