The large room had been cleared of tables, with various groups of Death Eaters huddled and talking in hushed voices as they turned to see who had just entered. Some were sitting on large plush sofas, lounging casually as they plotted and schemed. Hermione and Dolohov walked forward, causing those who were standing in their way to step aside like smoke dissipating in cold air. Without the impeding sea of black robes, she was able to see Lord Voldemort sitting on his serpentine throne. It’s high back setting it apart from those seated around him. It glinted with a dark metallic shine which contrasted with the otherworldly paleness of his smooth skin. His snakelike features twisted into a devious smile as he noticed her, his red eyes glinting in the light. 