            Hermione clutched the lamp to her chest. "I have one file, okay? If you must know, Ron stumbled inside Proudfoot’s office before I had a chance to collect both. And then I had to let him almost kiss me, before he locked up the office, took me to dinner, and got our romantic evening plastered on every magical newspaper in the United Kingdom!" she hissed, marching past him and into the blazing fireplace. The emerald flames writhed around her calves as she grabbed a pinch of floo powder off the mantle. "But I already amended the monitoring charm, so your second file doesn’t even matter. Now please, Lucius, let me go capture the bloody ghost, come back here to get you, and we’ll be finished with each other for good."