The outside was rough planks, too rough for something that a man like Atticus Greengrass to approve of, yet from what he could assume of the  activities  that happened out here, it also made sense that it wasn’t anything special. From where he stood, Draco could only see one window high in the wall, making it impossible to see inside. He inched toward the side where he could see a door, carefully climbing the wooden steps to stand on the stoop. Wand hand nearly white, he took hold of the doorknob and turned, mildly surprised to find it unlocked. Even with the spells, he would have thought it would be locked up. 