Doors materialised before him, ornate with swirling patterns and golden bolts. The room was the same as always, the cabinet loomed in the dim light of the lanterns that lined the walls above, a stack of over two hundred chairs swaying to its right, held in place by the magic and enchantments from the castle. A glass display cabinet sat on its left and encased inside was a bodice not unlike the one they had seen in his grandparent's room at the manor. On its head sat a very old Tiara, the wings of a raven spread out on either side of a large blue sapphire. Draco stepped up to the cabinet, a spell on the tip of his tongue.