The room she was in was a massive circular chamber and not a simple sitting area one might find in a home. Large, stained glass windows adorned one wall, letting in the starlight from the night sky beyond. The aesthetic of the room was ornate, most of the furniture old and heavy. Rich fabrics that were dyed in shades of burgundy, red and golden hues. Tassels that seemed to flutter in some imaginary breeze or draft. The portraits, on the other hand... They were what really caught Hermione’s attention. From the corner of her eye, she swore they  moved . Upon closer inspection, she realized that they indeed were doing just that. The people within the canvas were asleep, their slumbering forms shifting with each breath. It was as if she were looking at a television or even a tablet. 