"He did one holding a mirrorball up to his face. Never could quite figure out how he did it."

Shaking off the thought of warped self portraits, Harry considers her request and comes up with a list of options. "The bailey, the wardrobe, or the library. You've your choice of a garden that's a bit too cold for my liking, to meet the kind folk that'll outfit you in whatever you like, or, well, a library. It pretty much does what it says on the tin."