But she clenched her jaw with stubborn determination, and marched the rest of the way down the steps as quickly as she could without slipping and tumbling down to the bottom. The cellar was dim, a single orb of light floating in the middle of the low ceiling and casting a faint bluish light. Hermione stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked around, her heart racing unsteadily in her chest and her breath coming shallow and quick.