            He led her to a club several blocks from the station, though with her limited knowledge of the area, and the speed in which he pulled her through the bitter cold, Hermione couldn’t say exactly where they had ended up. All she knew, judging from the swanky cars, was that they were in an area of London far nicer than the ones she usually traveled to. Jazz music and blue light spilled from the club’s front doors, and Hermione hardly had a moment to look around before Lucius was pulling her through the elegantly-dressed crowd.