The only thing that looked vaguely familiar to him was the point before the parlor. As soon as they stepped inside, the door shut behind them and they were plunged into darkness. From what he knew about Muggles, if they were magic-less, he and Miss Skovgaard would have been stuck. Luckily, Faustus mused, they were not. After muttering a few words under his breath, a small crackling ball of fire appeared in his palm, and he held his hand aloft to throw their surroundings into further relief.
They could easily see the door on the other side of the room. Luckily, this one seemed to have remained fairly untouched by the hurricane blowing outside. Faustus wasn't willing to wait around to find out though, and he motioned Miss Skovgaard forward. "It appears the hurricane's wreaking its fair share of havoc this evening," he said quietly as they walked forward to the door.
They could easily see the door on the other side of the room. Luckily, this one seemed to have remained fairly untouched by the hurricane blowing outside. Faustus wasn't willing to wait around to find out though, and he motioned Miss Skovgaard forward. "It appears the hurricane's wreaking its fair share of havoc this evening," he said quietly as they walked forward to the door.