The aphotic lighting gave Hermione an idea of where she was. A manor somewhere, but definitely nowhere dingy. The room was large, furnished with a small table and two grand cushioned chairs facing a large fireplace in the wall. A mahogany armoire sat off to the right next to the window where the light had been let in,  the colors of the bedding were charcoal gray and a deep forest green. Hermione caught sight of the slytherin crest hanging on the mantle of the fireplace. She swallowed, her throat feeling swollen with worry. "Malfoy" sat in her mind. It made sense that they’d use the Malfoy Manor as the current headquarters for Voldemort and his Death Eaters.