The bell goes at eleven and it is not loud in the tower, it is enormous, and it goes through the stone and up through the soles of your feet.

Malfoid takes the rope in both hands and pulls and the bell swings and the rope takes her weight and does not give it back.

MalfoidIt is not heavy. It is the opposite of heavy. It is holding on to me and I would like somebody to be holding on to me as well.

Eleven minutes. Nothing. Twelve. Nothing. The bell keeps swinging and the rope keeps taking the decision and Malfoid's hands are white.