"Any progress, Draco?" Voldemort asked from his seat at the head of the table. Draco held out a chair for Astoria before sitting down himself. The table was smaller than the one at the Manor, but it was still large enough that the group only used half of the seats. Low chandeliers hung from loft dark rafters, and the heads of various magical creatures were mounted around the room. Hermione was glad she didn't have to eat dinner with the magically taxidermied head of an erumpent looking down at her. The eyes still blinked, for Circe's sake.