She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Cynefin’s main floor in it; perhaps even more. Harry wasn't stupid —he knew of Cynefin's luxuries, but he'd been poorly introduced to the outside. He knew so very little about what lay beyond the sanctuary at Cynefin. He'd read —he'd read until his eyes stung and watered from not blinking enough, and he'd read more. But seeing the words floating on pages was never going to be enough. His breath lodged in his throat a little, as he took in the entirety of what lay ahead. The vast expanse of more. So much more than he could've imagined.