Tucked away on a second storey, their destination was accessed by old wooden stairs worn curved and creaky after decades of use. A doorman greeted them and opened the door to the restaurant, its guests greeted by the smell of roasted garlic and fresh bread. The space looked like a rustic street in Italy, with high ceilings charmed to reflect the sky outside in much the same way as the Hogwarts grand hall. Couples and groups sat at bistro tables lining the walls. Draco watched his companion as her mouth parted in surprise, brown eyes taking in the décor. 