The wallpaper clung to the walls, faded purple wisteria winding up and choking the life out of anything that dared come near.  In a few places strips hung down, half-freed by water damage.  This was a townhouse that had defeated the energies of Molly Weasley, who'd finally just resigned herself to keeping the kitchen immaculate.  Molly, however, had always known this was only a safehouse in a war that would end with her going back home.  Pansy was smart enough to know she was stuck here.