"This is my study," Harry had almost forgotten Draco was with him - he was stood in the huge archway, staring into the space in front of him. The flooring was a dark hard wood, and the walls were a grey wallpaper with, what Harry realised upon closer inspection, an intricate pattern of tiny snakes. Positioned diagonally in the corner of the room was a desk - it was much richer in appearance than the one the Room had copied from Crocker’s office, with gold inlay and clawed feet. It was precisely organised with a selection of neat paraphernalia, such as spare quills, neatly rolled up parchment, and a luminous yellow glass pot filled with various trinkets. Behind the desk was an imposing leather chair, and behind that was a gramophone.