"Sounds good to me." He'd thought the same thing, and was secretly glad that Harry chose the safer route. Not only because of the crutches, but because it was so much easier to imagine getting ambushed out in the open. That was the last thing they needed right now.

The crinkling of paper sounded much louder than it should have in the empty hall, but Peter stashed it away soon enough, trotting a little ways to catch up with Harry.

"Natural? You mean like...Ugh! No, gross!" His face contorted with disgust. "I make it in my lab. If it was natural, it wouldn't be coming out of my...you know what? Let's leave that thought right there."

[To here.]