Eliana wiped her way from the dungeons to the towers with her invisible hands, then bounded back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
But after being scolded, fighting with the stairs, talking to Filch, and cleaning eight floors plus the dungeons and towers, it was very late. The common room was pitch-black.
Well, not entirely. A small oil lamp glowed in the far corner, where three heads huddled together, whispering. Hermione was the first to notice Eliana and waved her over.
"What are you talking about?" Eliana asked, sitting down beside them.
Harry lowered his voice, barely containing his delight. "Remember how I left my Invisibility Cloak up in the tower?"
"Vividly." Eliana cracked a walnut she had just fished out between her teeth.
Harry gave an embarrassed smile, but he couldn't contain his excitement. "It's back."
"I opened my bed curtains today and found it folded up inside!"
"We were discussing who put it there," Hermione said.
"No idea, but there's one person I can rule out." Eliana smacked her lips. Three pairs of curious eyes turned toward her, and she announced with great dignity, "It definitely wasn't Quirrell."
All three slumped back in disappointment.
"Speaking of Quirrell," Eliana said with a frown, "maybe I'm imagining it, but the way he's looked at me these past few days has been strange. It's like he suddenly hates me. But I haven't done anything! I've done every assignment he's given us properly."
"Isn't that obvious? You blew up you-know-who in the Forbidden Forest," Ron said. "Quirrell's stealing the Sorcerer's Stone for him. You hurt his master. Of course he hates you."
"But something still doesn't add up," Eliana said, frowning. "The only ones there were me, Harry, and Voldemort. You and Hermione only know because we told you. Would Voldemort really tell