Hermione was mindless of her surroundings as they walked. She was loosely aware of handsome corridors, like that of a stately home, but little else. It was dimly lit, but not by candlelight. Hermione totted up the new questions that arose in her foggy mind. She was on one hundred and twelve by now. She allowed herself to be led up a large flight of red and gold carpeted stairs and into a vast sitting chamber, and further on into a spacious circular bedroom.