As if her sudden interest alerted those inside, the door began to open. It swung in on light hinges, all of it well-oiled and cleaner than the last time Hermione had been here. The building was full up, and Hermione could sense it. Could feel the edges of their magic, so very different from her Lord, and could damn near taste the sort of manic desperation that the Weasley’s had been labouring under.