I had been kind of busy for the past couple months, so I was only just getting back some of the samples Draco had destroyed from my lab. Fortunately, most were intact, but lost my carving of the fountain- and now there was a new paint job on it. Perfect.

I didn't think anybody was nearby, so I figured it was safe to kneel and chip off a small, unobtrusive and barely noticeable sliver of paint to slip into a bag with a labelled index card.

Except about halfway through the sliver-of-paint process, I noticed somebody else in the plaza.

Dammit. I tucked the small knife and the bag into my duster pocket and hurried to my feet.

Just think nice, non-shifty thoughts, Harry.