Iris entered the Breakroom in order to have some coffee. She knew that drinking coffee with an empty stomach would ruin her health but she didn't care. She had a seat at the most remoted corner of the empty Breakroom and started sipping her coffee slowly and silently. She took out the Daily Prophet again, placed it in front of her and started to read. After a while, though, she gave up as she couldn't concentrate; her mind was at her own concerns. So this is the place where my parents used to work, she thought. This is the place where they spent their days when they were alive. And I hope that this is also the place where they collected with their work all the money they left me. But where else could all this money possibly come from? she wondered for the hundredth time. Confused, she sighed and started drawing a serpent on the margin of the front page of the issue of the Daily Prophet laying in front of her.