"Where are we meant to store them?" Draco asked, gingerly levitating the fangs out of his bag and inspecting them with a reluctant fascination. As if answering them, the top draw of the filing cabinet in the back corner popped open. They shared a glance and shrugged - the room hadn’t let them down so far. With the fangs resting in the drawers bottom, the cabinet closed by itself, and a flash of white light travelled around the draws edge, sealing it shut.