The Manor was magnificent and matched the old magic that the wall of Hogwarts contained. Hermione was hyper-aware of the tone walls and silent portraits, their ignorant gazes and stubborn stillness. Magic was everywhere, but the air became thinner and breathable the further from the room they got. Was it the room’s magic? Was it the instruments? Hermione wanted to know but it wasn’t the topic of discussion and was not pressing either.