She peeked through the keyhole and, when she didn't see anyone, slipped into the room. It was peculiar. She could have sworn she'd just heard – Oh wait. Yes. There it was again. Hermione moved further into the room, ostentatiously decorated with green furniture, and pressed her ear to the wall. The muffled voices were much clearer. Then, her eye caught something even more inviting: a peep hole. She noted the colour difference in the wallpaper around it and presumed there had previously been a painting hung over it. How convenient.