Mipsy gestured to follow, and Hermione did so. They went back the corridors and down the stairs, through the lobby, to the dining room with a long table fit to sit a whole army. It was so vast Hermione’s footsteps echoed through. The table was empty, but all Mipsy had to do was snap her fingers, and the end of the table was filled of plates with food. But Hermione didn’t sit just then, instead, she looked around at the art on the walls – the pictures of older Malfoy generations commemorated to watch their children and grandchildren and grand grandchildren eat.