Stephn asked Floot to lock Azriel's office. He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to touch anything, but he didn't want to worry about accidental hexes.
"Definite things," he said. "Most of them, I'd call furniture, the tiles are marble. The Muggle things are all black market, enchanted to work without electricity. If it's plastic, don't use it and you won't have a surprise. There's a fridge, a telly, phone, other stuff you won't really need. Come on, I'll show you, come to the kitchen."
Stephen started to walk and when it got there, he opened the fridge. There wasn't much there, and Floot had been keeping it clean if only with minimal food. However, he found what he wanted. He grabbed three bottles of beers, opened them and gave them one each. He leaned against the counter and took a sip of his beer. "So why exactly are we running?" He knew why he was, but he had no clue what his father had done. "You wouldn't have run unless you're hiding something."