They entered the master bedroom of the south wing, where Draco’s Grandparents had lived until they passed. It looked as though they had just stepped out, apart from the layers of dust the room still held pockets of its previous inhabitants. A jacket slung over the low backed chair and the bodice sitting on a beautiful mahogany dresser, a necklace dangled from its neck full of opulent pearls encased in gold sockets, each one bigger than the last until the pearl in the centre was the size of a walnut. The wardrobe was larger than their dormitory at Hogwarts, Draco clapped and the chandelier in the centre sparked and ignited, the magical everlasting candles spelled to burn ten times as bright as muggle ones.