Draco follows her through the wide, open room. Tea and sweets linger in the air along with that more subtle scent of ink and parchment. Desks of dark-stained oak are pushed together in small working units, though little work seems to be progressing at the moment. Bentley is now scribbling away on something, but Draco suspects he'll abandon his quill as soon as he and Granger disappear from sight. Justin Finch-Fletchley leans against Susan Bones" desk, and she gazes at him with rapt attention while he undoubtedly recalls some boorish tale from his weekend Quidditch league.