Morag carried on flipping, one page at a time, slowly enough for Susan to get a good look at each of the pictures decorating them. It surprised her, sort of, how many they'd brought in. It hadn't felt that big when they were there -- but then there were always random people caught up who had to be brought in, store owners, residents who were hurt... and apparently girls who were abducted to hold signs.
Sparing Susan an amused glance that said, in one quick look, 'I know which class I was', Morag nodded. "Hufflepuff, I'm guessing."