Memory Draco tensed his jaw but held his head high as he followed behind his Aunt. Their footsteps were loud in the silent room, echoing over the marble like gunshots in the night. The portraits on the walls loomed just out of sight, slinking through the darkness like ghosts, lingering at his peripherals. She led him to the double doors of what he knew to be the ground floor sitting room, the air was colder here, he remembered with a chill the smell of decay that had wafted from the seams around the doors. They stood before him, tall and proud, encasing something rancid behind their might, his face involuntarily scrunched up in disgust.