Every room except for the kitchen and bathroom had walnut wooden floors. The living room had a huge white couch facing a marble chimney with armchairs on both sides. Hermione stepped onto a white fur rug with her bare feet and couldn’t hold back a smile. After months of staying wherever she could just to survive it was nice having a place that she could at least temporarily call home. The left wall was made to look like it was built from bricks and was taken up by a huge window, which had a low and wide windowsill with books stacked on one side. A picture of her reading there on a rainy day came to mind. The right wall had an arch that led into a miniature kitchen with a small table by the window. Hermione looked at two doors on either side of the chimney and walked into the left one. She instantly fell in love with her new bedroom that had sand-colored walls and a wide bed with smooth linen. This time she didn’t have to worry about her clothes not fitting into a ridiculously big wardrobe that took up nearly half of the wall. The furthest wall had a small glass desk against it. She mentally thanked the owner of these apartments when she saw a cabinet stacked with books next to it and walked through another door in the corner of her room.  It was a pristine clean bathroom with another door.