"What do you -" The pressure on his hand reminded him to keep his mouth shut - insisting on finding fault with her methods or Krum's deliveries wouldn't lead him anywhere he wanted to go, especially when he had nothing to offer in the way of ideas. "There's no reason we all have to do it, you know," he pointed out, without much hope of convincing her. The last thing he wanted to think about was what would happen if something went wrong, just for ... a few tins of soup, or a Wireless.
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