The room they entered was dark and appeared to be some sort of storage room. Ferris seemed extremely nervous, looking around. "Okay. Okay. So, this necklace should hopefully be in the Grub Room. That's on this floor. Do you know what time it is?"
He nodded, going over to the door and listening. "Okay. That's good. They don't normally come back until about three in the morning."
He glanced back at her, noticing her expression. "You don't have to be frightened, Fleur," he told her gently. "I won't let them hurt you."
He took a deep breath and opened the door tentatively. The hallway in front of them was classic and elegant, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was silence and Ferris exhaled before heading down the hallway.
Ferris was moving quickly, darting down the hallway and following turns as if he knew the path well. He stopped in front of a door and leaned in, listening quietly with an expression of concentration on his face.
He frowned before his eyes widened slightly and he pulled Fleur to the side hastily, tugging on her hand and pulling her around the corner just as the door swung open. A large man, his muscle pulling his shirt tight against his skin, rolled his neck as he left the room, grumbling to himself as he walked away.
Ferris' eyes narrowed as he watched the guy go. There was a moment where they waited to make sure that the coast was clear before he looked down at her, and his face softened. He let go of her and tapped the underside of her chin and gave her a small smile, teasing her gently before he continued back to the door.
He opened the door slowly, peering in before opening it fully. "Okay. Come on," he whispered. This room was not like the hallway. It was dimly lit, with a large table that was cluttered with valuables and chests lining the wall. A fly buzzed against the grimy window and Ferris moved forward, beginning to root through the chests.
"It could be anywhere," he said flatly. "This is just where people drop off what they collect from the Grubs."
