The sentence was thirty days of community service, which in practice means thirty days in a house on Fetter Lane that nobody has lived in since 1904.

The Ministry clerk hands over one key and one instruction: clear it, catalogue it, do not touch the mirrors.

They have sent the three of you because you are eighteen, expendable, and already ruined.

Mione has the ledger. Malfoid has the key. Neither of them will look at the other.

The door is warm when you put your hand on it.