They were in the Headmaster’s office, which was shockingly different from when Dumbledore had inhabited it. Back then, it had been full of strange and spindly instruments, silver artefacts whirling and floating about, ticking and clicking on various shelves and surfaces. There was always a bowl of sweets near the fire. Now it was decidedly spartan and solemn, devoid of personality or warmth. Even the long windows which used to flood the place with light were covered with heavy curtains, enshrouding the place in gloom. 