As if in answer to her request, the phoenix exploded into the air above them in an arc of golden flame. Torches crackled into life all around the room as the magnificent bird flew in a fast orbit, drenching them in warmth and light. Neville drew his wand and deftly conjured two squashy armchairs at the centre of the raised platform, beckoning Hermione to sit as the phoenix soared above them. It circled Hermione as she sat, before coming to a graceful rest on her knee.