Ron shrugged his shoulders, clearly not caring about politics. Harry, Daphne and I agreed to go, though I had a feeling how this would go. "Can’t leave the man waiting," I said as we left the cabin. I had to quickly grab my grimoire before it was caught from the door closing. Daphne gave me a pointed look to which I whispered, "you’re grimoire won’t have that problem." She had a small snort at the ridiculousness of it before we continued down the train.