You answer first, which surprises everyone in the room including you.

PorterI would take the night being real. Not a spell, not a bowl, not a house doing it to us. I would give the whole rest of the year for it to have been us.

The wall writes it in the margin itself, under your hand, in a smaller one, and then it does not ask anything else for a while.

Malfoid pulls you down onto the bed by the open collar of your shirt and says nothing at all, which is her version of agreeing.