The goblin was all but past the pair when he heard his name. Even more, the voice attached was one he was certain he knew. One he’d done business with. One that hadn’t been seen in sometime if the news were true. It caused the goblin to whirl around sharply, beady eyes appraising the man from which the voice came.

“What have you got there?” He demanded, openly suspicious. In Knockturn Alley, anything was possible and tensions were proving high enough in this harmless exchange.

And then he heard his name again. It sounded like Cambridge. There. What have you got there?” Without waiting, he was already moving toward the man’s pocket, heedless of the wand drawn. “Cambridge, is that you?”