At one in the morning the shears are standing in the gravel six feet from the bench, upright, handles up, exactly where nobody put them.

MalfoidIt is telling us it is closing for the night. That is what a gardener does. He shuts the gates and he goes round with a lamp and then he is done.

MioneHe is not shutting us in. He is shutting us *away*. Look at the path. It is the only one left.

There is one turning out of the dead end now and there were three when they sat down, and the hedge has closed over the other two without any sound at all.