They fell into silence, broken only by an occasional snore from Ron – whose unconsciousness had transitioned seamlessly into drunken sleep – and the riffle of parchment. Words and numbers blurred before Hermione’s eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, what with disposing of Goldstein’s body, and the darkness of the room wasn’t helping. More than once she caught herself drifting off and awoke with a slight jerk.