A medley of illuminated faces stood before them, though not the faces Draco had come to expect in a place like this. An intricately stitched robe donned with silver hemming, a gemstone laden collar obscured in part by a considerably long beard, was wrapped around the Headmaster. To his right, the lanky figure of his former Professor, Remus Lupin, hunched ominously. Lupin was a mess, looking as though he’d become tangled in his clothes when dressing himself. His appearance suggested he’d made haste to the dungeons, on call from Dumbledore most likely. With them too was Kingsley Shacklebolt, who wore a look of revulsion as he briefly met Draco’s gaze, only to then stare vacantly into the darkness behind Snape as the Headmaster began to speak.