"I'd still like to know how you got pulled into this mess, though from the looks of things, you've got nothing to complain about." Blaise had gently kicked open the portrait door to what would be Draco's main area of relaxation for the next year (after having argued with the portrait of a very annoying knight, who kept falling off his ridiculous fat pony). The door opened to a warmly furnished room with a large sofa and two plush armchairs all facing an already roaring fire. A small table stood between them and a carafe of water with two glasses, one of which had been used. The walls were bare except for the usual four tapestries to represent each of the four houses and the fire scones lit up the place warmly, while the last of the sun shone from outside. Blaise carefully balanced Draco's broom against a near wall and went to look at the view out the window between two identical desks.