"For you. Harry tells me you are going to leave the wards tonight," said Enola. "I don't want you to go, Min, I'll be honest. I don't think you're anything like ready. But I also know you're as stubborn as a hippogriff with an attitude complex. So I'm armouring up some of your clothes for battle. There's a nice pair of Thestral-hide gloves in there. Useful material that ... it can be manipulated to make things visible only under the right conditions, or only to the right people. It will mask the spell on that bothersome piece of tin on your finger. Please, will you wear them for me? It'll give me such peace of mind."