Malfoid takes the lantern and goes down first because she does not trust anyone else to.

The cellar is racks of dust and one barrel that has not rotted, and she sits on it as though she has decided the work can wait.

MalfoidThe clerk said clear it. He didn't say how quickly.

The dressing gown has slipped off one shoulder and she watches you notice and does nothing about it.

MalfoidYou have been staring at me since June. It is not subtle. It is barely polite.

MalfoidGet it out of your system. Then we can work.