"It's going," he said as he headed in the direction of Gringotts. He adjusted his lumbering pace so she could keep up with him. He hated to admit it, but he'd found that he liked company, and especially the company of the kids he'd helped during the war. They tended to be the type of folks you could trust... if there were any such people.
"Think one o yer housemates is werking fer me. Goldstein... an' his boyfriend livin' with him is werkin' at the school... wassis name? Corner."