Quinlan glanced roughly over the ledger, tucked the bag of Galleons securely away, and walked into the room on the right.
The atmosphere inside was far from pleasant. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, silent and dejected.
Hermione and Ron were standing near the door with their backs to her. "What are you lot doing, playing 'Statues'? It's the middle of the night, why aren't you asleep?"
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