Just as she was about to turn and leave, muffled speaking from within her satchel interrupted her. It couldn’t have been Moko. He didn’t particularly like staying in enclosed spaces, said it reminded him of the zoo. Also, he was back at the dorm, napping. So, frowning in confusion, Ashley rummaged through her things and found the source of the noise. It was Madam Quilt’s shrunken portrait; an item the Potter Heiress had forgotten was still with her.