He didn’t answer. His grey eyes were fixed on the inscriptions, trying to decipher their meaning. He recognized the language, but could not make out the runes for that would take interpretation. He ran a hand through his hair and Hermione knew things were not going as planned. After casting a curse detection he deemed it safe to place a hand on one of the large door handles. A gust of wind pulsed around them and the temperature of the room dropped dramatically. A thin layer of ice crystals started to descend from the frames and as they all exhaled the breath they had been holding on, the cold was visible coming out of their mouths. Draco let out a dark chuckle. 