Protection: #16 Dragonhide gloves

Tonks opened and shut every drawer in the Hufflepuff common room before racing back up the stairs to her room. She threw herself head first into her trunk to rummage around. “Ugh,” kept emanating from inside the depths of the trunk.

“You’re going flying?” Her roommate and fellow Hufflepuff Janet piped up.

“Yeah.”

“You’re looking for your gear?”

“Yeah,” she answered again.

“Protective gear?”

“YEAH,” Tonks backed out of the trunk and glared.

“Like… helmet? Knee pads? Full body cushion?”

“You’re hilarious,” Tonks said dryly. “Found them!” She grabbed something from under her bed, her tone exultant.

“What?”

“Dragonhide gloves.”