She headed down the hall and out into the open space, which turned out to be a staircase down to another level, and marvelled at the depth and level of magic of this place. She had no idea where she was. The location of the parlour was a secret, only to be entered through each member’s private floo. Every door she had passed had had a symbol like hers and she deliberated over who would be present this evening, even though she may possibly never know. She had passed an anatomical heart, a butterfly, a cloudy moon, a snowflake, a sun and a music note on her way out and now wondered exactly how many people there would be.