The room was cold, pricking into her skin like ice daggers in a somber darkness as the wind carried with it songs of eeriness.
The darkness was so thick, it stole her form and she could barely make out whatever occupied the room and rather only the silhouettes of the equipment as they waited for the sunlight to spread its light on them.
Her eyes narrowed to the three figures clad in black robes with the hoods over their head, concealing their faces from sight. They were seated on the floor, but the main reason her lower mouth was hanging on the floor was the enormous snake that caught her sight, coiled around them in their position.
She stood behind Draco as they occupied the dark room that felt so desolate and alien to light. It felt as though a flicker of light had never resided in the room.
