Blaise is sitting on the narrow bed in the bleak, nearly empty room. He is wearing a basic gray Muggle-style track suit, but no shoes or socks. There is a small table next to the bed and a trunk at its foot, and nothing else. The single window is well-warded and magically clouded, so that he can’t even look outside to see the changing weather. He glances toward them when they come in, but then casts his eyes down and doesn’t say anything.