With the corridor on the seventh floor no longer guarded, Harry and Draco had also used the opportunity to remove the basilisk fangs they had left to them ("You might be confident you can pull the sword from that hat," Draco had said flatly, wiggling a fang demonstratively, "but I’m not. I’ll take a fang for myself, if you don’t mind"), as well as the wands they’d had Mundungus smuggle for them (Draco had looked morosely at them, and said "What a waste of gold," but Harry wasn’t quite prepared to give up on them just yet - who knew what was to come). They had stuck, however, to studying in the library, a silent agreement between them that the time had come to leave their Room behind - if they didn’t start trying to move on now, Harry wasn’t confident that they ever would.