After the second week, Esme had become miserable. It was beyond lonely. Nolly's company was fun, but there was always something missing. The portraits were rude as usual, bickering and sneering at her as she walked through the Manor, looking for clues. There were no clues. The room that she had gotten drunk in was covered in wards. She wasn't even able to approach the doorway before she felt an invisible force shove her back slightly.