 He would have liked to take a seat right then, but the darkness of the Horcrux in his pocket is disturbing. It pulls at him with the same tempting depravity of Voldemort himself, promising power and glory if only he follows. He needs to distance himself from it until he can destroy it. In his room, he enchants a blanket with all the wards and charms he can think of against dark magic. He wraps the cup in the blanket, folding it over until there are layers and layers of protection around it, disillusions the bundle, and places it in his wardrobe. He immediately feels better, much less agitated than he was. He’s longing to see Hermione, but he knows she’s safe – bored, she lets him know, but safe, and he smiles, loving the connection between them. He conjures a pretty box for the silver necklace and takes it back to the dining room with him.