            She went without any questioning, knowing it was just as useless as time in this dreadful place. Hermione followed the two wizards down the concrete hallway, up a set of stairs, down another hall, and into an empty office of sorts, quite similar to her own department’s. A few closed doors lined the beige walls, but it was a window that caught her eye. Through the frosted glass, she could make out the back of a woman’s head, and the crooked witch’s had teetering above a knot of tightly-combed grey hair.