"Hmm," said Hermione, looking down at the heavy gold locket. "Well, maybe we ought not to wear it. We can just keep it in the tent."
"We are not leaving that Horcrux lying around," Harry stated firmly. "If we lose it, if it gets stolen-"
"Oh, all right, all right," said Hermione, and she placed it around her own neck and tucked it out of sight down the front of her shirt. "But we'll take turns wearing it, so nobody keeps it on too long."
Harry stared at her. "That's... not exactly what I meant," he said, proferring the mokeskin pouch.
Hermione looked at him, then down at the Horcrux in dawning horror, and had it off her neck and into the pouch almost before Harry could blink. "Thank you," she said with profound emotion. "I don't know what came over me."
"I think I have some idea," Harry said grimly. "Let's take extra care with any more we collect, shall we?"