"My rooms then, I think," Aberforth said, his curiosity growing at what could be so serious that Neville wished such privacy.
he led the younger man up the back stairs and over to what looked like a blank wall. A wave of his hand and a single muttered word revealed the door to his rooms and he opened it and gestured for Neville to enter the large, comfortably furnished rooms filled with the clutter a long life tended to gather.
Once they were inside, he headed for the credenza where he kept the drinks he reserved for himself. The good stuff.
"Have a seat," he said pointing towards the two armchairs in front of the fireplace. "What would you like to drink?"