"They really should," Hayley agreed cheerfully. "I love this place. My flat isn't nearly as exciting." Though it also had a marked lack of undead house elves trying to gnaw her feet off. She bit her lip at Spencer. "Don't you get freaked out, though? With all the stuff from the war that's still hanging around? I mean, the stories Schechter told me alone."
Well - it hadn't been stories so much as reluctantly admitting that maybe the castle wasn't wholly ready as a holiday destination yet. This was always Hayley's least favourite part, the leading question and half-lies to get someone to talk. On the other hand, she was here to do a job, and regardless of what she found, it would only make people safer.