She couldn't remember the last time she entered the attic room she used to spend her nights when she was still training. Years, probably. Once Antonin was no longer required to train any other future Death Eaters, there was no reason to enter. It became just another storage room for the junk that was accumulated over the years. A wave of her wand when they first entered cleared away most of the dust. Babajide Akingbade took the old, rickety chair while she sat on the bed.