Draco stood with a weary sigh and tiredness that sank deep into his bones. Reluctantly, he followed in Padma’s wake, his mind numb and wandering once more until he found himself standing alone in the large circular entrance room of The Department of Mysteries. He realized that Padma had not told him which room to meet Hermione in so he just stood there dumbly watching as the doors rotated around him. The dim lighting of the entrance room was casting shadows about making the doors almost look like featureless witches and wizards stuck in an eternal dance. It made Draco dizzy so he tightly closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose. 