More food, which Weasley dipped in the water before she ate. Malfoy noticed and did the same.

"Your hands getting better?" She asked.

"A little," he replied.

"This makes it so much easier to swallow."

"Dehydration, starvation; our throats are drying out. Soon we won't be able to get out of here even if they open all the doors."

"Now who's being pessimistic?" Malfoy shrugged. Weasley noticed the glint of gold on his collar. "Does it still smell of lilacs?" she asked.

"What?"

"The badge."

Malfoy looked down at his collar. "Lilacs. Yes, it does. Weasley," he said, urgent, "why would they leave the badge on?"

"I don't know; they don't know what it does?"

"The enchantment on this thing is so noisy… I can smell it clear across the room when I get up in the morning. My uniform still stinks of it when I have it cleaned. They're pretty useless if they don't notice."

Weasley frowned. "And it's a weapon. You could probably stab someone with the pin of it."

"So, who would forget – or ignore – an Unspeakable badge?" Malfoy mused.

"Why didn't you use it on the guard?" She asked.

Malfoy blinked. "Well, I… I didn't think of it," he admitted. "It stinks, but I tune it out… Gods, Weasley, you are brilliant, you know that?"

"I might… If you'd tell me what I so brilliantly uncovered."

"The glowing wall, Weasley; help me to the glowing wall."

She did.

Malfoy ran his fingers over the stones, sniffed his fingers. "Mildew," he said. "Weasley, we're not going to die."

"We're not?"

"God, no. Put your hands on the wall, tell me what you feel."

She did. "Hey," she said, snatching her hand back. "It… Feels odd. Tingles."

Malfoy gave her a satisfied smile.

"Merlin, Malfoy, just tell me."

"My department did find me," he said, but before he could continue, he was interrupted by footsteps in the corridor. They both turned to stare at the door.

It opened, but there was no black robe behind it.

Instead, in full uniform, the head of the Enforcers strode in.

Weasley looked in confusion between the tall, black-haired man and the sickly-looking blond beside her. The Enforcer waved Malfoy to speak.

"Sir," he said, then turned back to Weasley. "A test," he said. "This was a test. We're probably in the Department right now. The wall," he indicated, "has a concealment enchantment on it. I should have checked it all when I woke up here…"

"You will be able to debrief fully after you've recovered," the Enforcer said.

"After he's recovered?" Weasley bit. "What sort of department is this? Do you teach torture techniques too? Practice Unforgivables on weekends? Is sadism a personality requirement?"

"Miss Weasley," the Enforcer said, repeating himself until she listened. "I apologise for your unfortunate involvement in this exercise. There were strong requests that you simply be turned back, and Malfoy tested alone. However, the overruling opinion was that Malfoy needed to learn to take responsibility for his actions – or, rather, inactions. So, it was necessary to include you.

"There will be complete disclosure in the recovery sessions. You will be cared for here in the Department, and any questions that you have you may ask and receive complete answers to. But, now, let us allow the medics to do their jobs."

And, coming through the door were people dressed in white robes with stretchers. Weasley sent a disgusted look at Malfoy, who seemed to be just accepting this 'test'. She closed her eyes and fainted.