"Out there, in here," Griphook was sitting on an overturned log, looking out over the tempest of the waters below the cliffs, his warty nose scrunched up in something that looked exceedingly like distaste. Or maybe worry. If he had to be trapped with some wizard, he supposed he could do worse than Bill Weasley, but he wasn't liking his position any more now than he had in the basement of Grimmauld.
Back in the study, Hermione rolled the map back up and then made a quick note to herself in her translation notes before she shrunk down everything enough to put into her satchel and then left the study, finally. She should tell Ron and Harry that she had talked to Bill about it – she only found Ron, though, first, and so she tugged him into the room he and Harry were sharing.
“I told Bill enough about Gringott’s that he could help us,” was how she started. “Not the horcruxes or the hallows, obviously, but about needing into Lestrange’s vault….”