The source of the noise revealed itself to be Dobby, polishing cloth in hand as the imp worked over the delicate spindles of a small bed. A chest of drawers, cushion-strewn chair, and finely wrought mobile of mythical monsters and animals swayed in some invisible breeze. The walls were bedecked in gauzy drapes of soft gray and cream, interspersed with more fantastical artwork of beasts and birds; many of them she could identify, and still more Hermione had never seen. 