Hermione swooned at the rooms up here. They were, in a word, beautiful. And elegant. There were reception rooms, and a study, and a cute little breakfast room that was bathed in gorgeous sunlight. There was a large bathroom and entire rooms just for Harry's clothes. Hermione noted, with a pang of heartache, that he had a vast set of shelves just for his different scarves and shawls. They were divided between those that had been spelled with antiseptic and pain-relief enchantments and those still awaiting the treatment. Hermione looked sadly at them and resolved to redouble her efforts to find a way to heal his ruined face.