The drawing room’s table had been transfigured from oval to circular. Ruins had been carved into it like the hours of a clock. Or maybe they had always been there and had been covered during dinner, she didn’t know or care. A few candles had been placed on the windowsill of the back wall, emitting a menacing glow about the room. Once they entered, Lucius placed his wand back onto the mantle in the dish where the others lay.