"No, but we'd just get chased out again just now, anyway," Harry answered. Since it was getting on toward after hours. "We could just go to the tunnel to Honeydukes." It was a bit cramped for talking and not just sneaking out, though.
Harry rubbed a hand absently over his scar, then dropped it self-consciously when he realized what he'd done. It wasn't bothering him. He was just. . . off kilter after hearing where exactly it was they were going to have to retrieve the locket from. He'd never been there, though he'd thought about it, a few times. He'd had no way of getting there until he passed his test anyway, and since then - well, he couldn't exactly go running about without having Hermione punch him in the nose for trying.
Mundungus didn't bother Harry much, usually. He was a nervous, shifty sort of chap, which was better than some. Not exactly trustworthy, but still. He'd been off though. Loads more prone to yelling and being a prat instead of making excuses, it seemed like. He didn't get it. But he didn't like it.
He pursed his lips. The Room of Requirement was right out, since it had skulking Malfoys around half the time. "Just pick one of the classrooms no one's in. We've got the map and we can put up a silencing charm and just keep an eye out for Filch or Snape."