"Now, what do you want to drink?" Ron asked in a business-like voice. He led her inside his room. To her consternation, Hermione saw that his desk – which last night had been a mass of loose parchment – was tidy and bare, save for two goblets and an array of wine bottles. Had he noticed the absence of the documents she’d taken? If he had, he didn’t suspect her: his face was open and unsuspicious as he waited for her to make a selection.