Though not a tall man, Harry still ducked his head out of instinct, the darkness and decay of the stairwell making it appear smaller than it was. As his hand brushed at the ceiling to orient himself, plaster crumbled beneath his fingers.<br/>“Get down here, then,” he repeated with more insistence. Though there was no trace of annoyance, Harry remained tense at the prospect of venturing blind into a room someone had gone through such tremendous efforts to conceal.<br/>“I need to know what to expect before we open the door.”<br/>Another few steps down, the stairwell levelled itself, and as Harry reignited a<span style="font-style: italic">lumos</span>the door looked awfully ordinary. It made his stomach turn, unsettled.