She looks around, taking note of her surroundings, and how the three men have positioned themselves. Zabini’s stationed by the door, watching her movements with a glimmer of interest in his eye. Malfoy’s at the head of the room—of course—leaning against a dusty desk, apparently disinterested. It’s an abandoned classroom off sorts, she guesses, by the grime under her hands and the piled desks in the corner.