On the second floor, he followed a long corridor to the open door at the end of the hall. The room was completely bare except for the tapestry that lined all four walls from floor to ceiling. Draco sneered at how poorly it had been maintained, comparing the state of it to the Malfoy tapestry he grew up studying. The fabric was fraying at the edges, entire sections filled with holes from what had obviously been multiple doxy infestations, and large segments were black where members of the family had been disowned. His mother had told him stories about her family, about how unwavering and unforgiving they had been, but with so many burn marks, he wondered how little it really took to be expelled. No doubt his Lycanthropy would have earned him a place among the scorched relatives.