"Thanks ever so," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He tossed their Quaffle up onto the top shelf, causing a slight avalanche, luckily towards the back of the shelf, and hung his broom off the hook which also bore a tag with his name on it. He didn't mind if anyone wanted to borrow it, but he also didn't want to lose track of what, for this village, was a pretty high quality piece of equipment. He didn't notice the door fall closed behind them. "Hermione won't mind? I feel like I come over there a lot."