Dora couldn't help it -- she snorted in a scoffing manner when the woman accused this guy of being in conspiracy. "I don't know him from Adam, apart from seeing him around the Alley," she added, some of her rage dissipating in face of utter absurdity. Her fists loosened and she became aware of a distant feeling that could be pain. She glanced down and noticed most of her nails had drawn blood in her palms. Great. Wonderful.
"Sir, can I give it to you, then? She can pay half now and half after it's verified by someone else. I'm not responsible for any of those fees, however. Though Filius -- Professor Flitwick -- can vouch for me," she told the woman pointedly. "He's the one I earned my Mastery from."
She had peripherally realized his name dropping; she'd be more wary, but he was actually sticking up for her, so he couldn't be too bad.