She closed the ballroom door a little reluctantly, moving further down the hall. Drawing rooms, she knew, were usually located right off large public spaces, and the next door seemed to mock her, daring her to open it. She could barely hear her footsteps over the pounding of her heart, but she stepped closer, praying to every god she'd ever heard of that this door was locked and would refuse to yield to a wandless unlocking charm. Of course, since she had long since stopped believing in any higher power, the handle turned smoothly, a puff of cold air escaping as she cracked the door ajar. Summoning all the courage she possessed, she breathed deeply once, twice, then pulled it all the way open.