The lock clicked open. Hermione opened it and entered the tower swiftly, only taking a moment to look around the area before beginning to descend down a set of granite stairs. Her fingers dug into her vinewood wand as she pushed down. The staircase was dark and musty, the pale red fires in the brackets of the walls barely managing to light it. The smell got heavier once she reached the bottom of the stairs, mixing with what mould. Hermione counted doorways as she walked by discarded and broken furniture. Coming to a stop only once she had turned left twice and reached a hallway’s end.