"Theodore. Must I ask again?" The posh tone of Narcissa Malfoy echoed through the foyer, directed at the man drumming his wand on the nearby table. Hermione and Ginny were magically bound to the chairs beneath them, a langlock spell preventing their speech. It had been an unpleasant, but uneventful, time. The room was large and stuffy. Portraits hung on the dark wooded walls, yelling all kinds of obscenities at her and Ginny, until Narcissa demanded silence. 