After sitting in the entrance hall for what seemed like hours, looking around, Jasper put a charm on her trunk that would give anyone who tried to open it antlers for the next hour or so, and went to explore the rooms. She chose a room in the West Wing that had dark red walls and a dark mahogany canopy bed with crimson hangings. The windows faced the West, and she leaned on the windowsill, imagining the way the sunset would turn the room into blood. Mine, she decided, and Accio-ed her trunk from downstairs. When it came whizzing into the room, she levitated it over in the corner and left it there. There was a time for unpacking and this was not it. Making a face at the carved figures on the bedposts, she left the room to explore some more.