The stepped out of the fireplace on the other end. A marvelous giant lobby opened before them, lit up by chandeliers, adorned by vintage furniture, with tables set with food and people dressed immaculately. There were waiters carrying trays with snacks and appetizers as well as flutes of wine and champagne. Hermione always imagined this was what pureblood parties looked like, and this one, at least at first glance, did not disappoint. She couldn’t help but feel uneasiness creep up her spine.