Réaltín has been quiet, not really listening. She has her favorite quill pen in her hand and a bottle of ink beside her, next to a mug of porter. Several times she almost grabbed the wrong container to take a drink. She is fixated on her work, going over the notice in detail and writing something on it.
Suddenly she sits up straight, drops the pen, stretches her arms, and downs the rest of the porter in one gulp. She looks for Ginny, but sees she is gone.
"All fixed! This mayor is a horrible speller, and he doesn't even know his own local vernacular!".
Then she sees the party next to her.
"The nice part about sleeping outside is reading books in the moonlight. You should try it sometime."