They passed through the doors and into calm coolness. The decor was much more... modern than he would have imagined for an organization so ancient, and in a part of the city that was as equally ancient. But there were leather sofas, glossy glass-topped tables, and quaint pastoral scenic paintings scattered throughout the foyer space. The floors were a dark wood, the walls a soft green. Almost soothing. Hallways darted off from the main hall and Draco made a concentrated effort not to let his eyes wander down towards the South passageway, where Weasley was now (hopefully) ensuring the Domina would stay unconscious and securing new wards around the room. He was heartened to not hear any noise whatsoever, either of struggle or alarm. Steps 1-3 seemed to have gone smoothly. He could only hope that the remaining steps would be just as smooth.