"Where did he even go?!" Hermione burst out, her voice rising through the room as she spun away from the window for what had to be the fifth time in the last few minutes.
She had not left the room since Ulrich dropped them off and disappeared without a proper explanation. More than three hours had passed. Three long, slow, irritating hours inside a mansion that was far too large, far too quiet, and far too unfamiliar. The room prepared for them was luxurious enough to make Esther stare when they first arrived, high curtains in deep green, dark, lavish furniture, a wide bed dressed in pale sheets, a carved wardrobe taller than Hermione, but none of that did anything to settle her nerves now.
As always, her sisters were with her.
