Nothing looked familiar as she gazed at the walls, lighter squares showing where frames of some kind once hung. Of course, the only other time she had been here there had been so much terror and then pain that the furnishings were the furthest thing from her mind. Idly, she wondered what artwork had offended Malfoy so greatly that he had removed it all, then, remembering that he and his family had joined a racist cult set on a genocide of people like her, decided she was better off not knowing.