It was really quite pretty inside. It was wider than it looked. There was a little stone path lined with pebbles that led around the space, which was half in shadow from the leafy canopy overhead. Small flowerbeds were blooming in each corner and there was a cute circular fountain at the dead centre made from gleaming white marble. A rearing hippogriff rose from the middle of it and water was spouting from its open beak. There were four stone benches curling around the fountain ... and a lone figure sat on the farthest one, almost completely obscured by the shade.