Natalie just starred at the turnstile, not because the sixth year had just vacummed it clean, but because she could not believe that everyone has to pay to get into their own common room. I mean, she thought, what happened to the word 'common'? She grumpily extracted her money bag and fished out a bronze Knut. After giving a big sigh, she shoved it in the hole.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to get broke," she muttered under her breath.