Hermione glared at him. She loved Carmichael but his snark was not really what she needed right now. She fished the twelve galleons out of her purse and slammed them on the counter. Carmichael let the corner of his mouth rise up in a half smile showing his fangs before handing her the key to room five. She bundled Tell into the lift despite his half-hearted protestations. His eyes had been solidly closed since they’d apparated in. She’d be highly surprised if he was even conscious.