The room had turned itself into a bedroom, an enormous bed in its centre, the room lit by the soft glow of candles. Harry ventured further into the room, Draco at his back, his eyes trailing across the soft blue bedding and the two sets of pyjamas folded on top. There was a window on one wall, with its shutters thrown wide open and a breeze causing pale curtains to ripple softly - though Harry could see the dark forest beyond it, he was certain that if he were to attempt to put his hand through the window, he would only find a convincing illusion on the stone wall. On the opposite side of the wall was a door that Harry couldn’t quite see through, but that he had a feeling opened into an en suit.