He stopped at a door, the last one in a corridor that ended in doors that led outside. He pulled out his wand, and caste an unspoken unlocking spell, and then turned to open it for her. The chamber that meet his own eyes was large, spacious, with small curved staircase that led up to another small loft, where his bed could be found. The walls were all solid brick, with a few small slats cut into the stone high up, letting a small amount of light inside.
But there was a tapestry that covered the wall, and it was what lit up the room. It showed a sunny scene of a meadow, and the flowers moved in a small breeze, and the trees glowed bright summer green. It covered a huge part of the stone wall, rising up about 20 feet, and it made it seem like it was a huge window, the light of it bright as day. The room was an odd shape, with a small kitchen space in a corner. There was a couch and a comfortable chair facing a fireplace grate, and a table with chairs against one wall. And scattered about were plants, harmless ones that gave the place a feel of life, even surrounded by the cold stone. Thick carpets covered the floor, rust and browns and greens in a plush weave that cushioned a bare foot. There was a small stool by the door, before where the carpet began, and a cloak rack on the wall.
"You can take your shoes off here," he said, as he took Livey's coat and hung it up, following with his own before he accepted Hannah's, "I try my best to keep the place clean and that means taking off the shoes," and he grinned, dimpling, "I don't always remember to do so," he added.
He had laid out the table with a teapot and cups, small plates, all in readiness for their arrival. And on a table near the couch stood an arrangement that was of blossoms and flowers, fragrant. A picture of she and Livey was in a frame next to them.