Having to pay for the library had broken Charlies' heart a little. She had planned on spending so much time here and now... well, maybe she'd just spend a little less on peoples Christmas presents, instead. She sighed as she approached the turnstiles, remembering what Cat had said about having to pay for everywhere, including the Common Room last year.

This was a little improvement. Charlie had to admit that she would have probably owed a lot of people money, or else had nowhere to sleep.

Dropping in eight sickles, she pushed through the bar.