The Restricted Section wasn’t as restricted as Pansy imagined. The lock on the door opened with a simple Alohomora, and they were inside in a matter of seconds, accompanied only by cold silence. Pansy loomed up from under the Invisibility Cloak, fixing her hair and willing the blush to vanish from her cheeks. Harry folded the fabric, then held onto a small lamp that was supposed to light their way around the section.