The reception hallway led to a pair of arched and intricately carved wooden doors. Above them, the word Atrium stood written in dark red letters. Drops of paint-if that’s what it was-trickled down to the floor. Drip, drip, drip. The echo they caused was much too loud. And with every drop that hit the floor, Hermione thought she could hear whispered screams. So very faint... they made an insidious chill spread through her bones.