Yes. Voldemort was a raving egomaniac. What she assumed had been a ballroom once, was now an extended Great Hall with a long cat walk leading to a three step marble platform featuring a set of twin ornate thrones. One of which was already occupied by the sprawled figure of a dashing Dark Wizard, resting his elbow on the padded arm and his chiseled chin on a closed fist. The moment she caught sight of him, he flashed her a sparkling grin.