The moment Draco pushed the door open, he smelled the scent of disinfectant and medicine. The room itself was quite small, with white-painted walls and a small fan placed on the stand beside two beds.
On the bed to the right, near the window, was an aged woman who wore a white-colored blindfold around her eyes, seated upright while gazing outside to the back mountains of the estate as the breeze made her white hair flutter.
Minus the blindfold itself, she looked just like Fyre did when Draco first met her before her molting. She wore a simple white pajamas that looked extremely comfortable from where Draco was standing.
On the side, washing a bunch of blindfolds of different colors with detergent in a large basin with his hands, was a middle-aged man with half white, half black hair who had a hunched back. He left his upper body bare, which was still quickly muscular, but there was no mistaking the huge scar around his heart area that was visible in his waning skin.
