There was a long, inky table spanning the room, of which Voldemort was seated in the center facing the doors rather than at the head of the table. The scene had all the workings of a sadistic "Last Supper’. Oh the irony. The wizard truly did see himself as a savior of sorts, didn’t he? Doing what was right for the people? A Lord. The Lord. At least he admitted he was a Dark one at that. Hermione fought the urge to laugh off her nervousness at the sight, immediately thinking better of it.