They entered the Atrium for the second time in two days. The same oppressive fog, the same screams, the same unendurable stench of darkness and depravity. Draco led Hermione by her leash to the same place they had been assigned the day before, keeping his eyes resolutely forward, not daring to gaze even fleetingly left and right. When they arrived, two men were lounging on the leather couches. With a jolt of surprise, Draco recognized them as he took his seat, despite their Death Eater masks.