Britfix: change “closet” to “cupboard” or “wardrobe” (thanks, @apt1002)

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@@ -399,7 +399,7 @@ \chapter{Locating the Hypothesis}
 
 “\emph{This isn’t like you!}” Harry burst out. “I’m sorry but that just seems \emph{unbelievably} irresponsible! From what I’ve heard there’s some kind of jinx on the Defence position, and if you already \emph{know} something’s going to go wrong, I’d think you’d all be on your toes—”
 
-“Go \emph{wrong}, Mr~Potter? \emph{I certainly hope not.}” Professor McGonagall’s face was expressionless. “After Professor Blake was caught in a closet with no fewer than three fifth-year Slytherins last February, and a year before that, Professor Summers failed so completely as an educator that her students thought a boggart was a kind of furniture, it would be \emph{catastrophic} if some problem with the extraordinarily competent Professor Quirrell came to my attention now, and I dare say most of our students would fail their Defence O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s.”
+“Go \emph{wrong}, Mr~Potter? \emph{I certainly hope not.}” Professor McGonagall’s face was expressionless. “After Professor Blake was caught in a cupboard with no fewer than three fifth-year Slytherins last February, and a year before that, Professor Summers failed so completely as an educator that her students thought a boggart was a kind of furniture, it would be \emph{catastrophic} if some problem with the extraordinarily competent Professor Quirrell came to my attention now, and I dare say most of our students would fail their Defence O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s.”
 
 “I see,” Harry said slowly, taking it all in. “So in other words, whatever’s wrong with Professor Quirrell, you desperately don’t want to know about it until the end of the school year. And since it’s currently September, he could assassinate the Prime Minister on live television and get away with it so far as you’re concerned.”
 

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@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ \chapter{Dominance Hierarchies}
 
 A short time later they got to the actual Potions classroom and Harry cheered up considerably.
 
-The Potions classroom had strange preserved creatures floating in huge jars on shelves that covered every centimetre of wall space between the closets. Harry was far enough along in his reading now that he could actually identify some of the creatures, like the Zabriskan Fontema. Albeit the fifty-centimetre spider \emph{looked} like an Acromantula but it was too small to \emph{be} one. He’d tried asking Hermione, but she hadn’t seemed very interested in looking anywhere near where he was pointing.
+The Potions classroom had strange preserved creatures floating in huge jars on shelves that covered every centimetre of wall space between the cupboards. Harry was far enough along in his reading now that he could actually identify some of the creatures, like the Zabriskan Fontema. Albeit the fifty-centimetre spider \emph{looked} like an Acromantula but it was too small to \emph{be} one. He’d tried asking Hermione, but she hadn’t seemed very interested in looking anywhere near where he was pointing.
 
 Harry was looking at a large dust ball with eyes and feet when the assassin swept into the room.
 
@@ -256,23 +256,23 @@ \chapter{Dominance Hierarchies}
 
 Aside from that, no-one spoke.
 
-Harry swept an ironic bow to the teacher’s desk, walked over to the wall, and with one smooth motion yanked open a closet door, stepped in, and slammed the door shut behind him.
+Harry swept an ironic bow to the teacher’s desk, walked over to the wall, and with one smooth motion yanked open a cupboard door, stepped in, and slammed the door shut behind him.
 
 There was the muffled sound of someone snapping his fingers, and then nothing.
 
 In the classroom, students looked at each other in puzzlement and fear.
 
-The Potions Master’s face was now completely enraged. He crossed the room in terrible strides and yanked open the closet door.
+The Potions Master’s face was now completely enraged. He crossed the room in terrible strides and yanked open the cupboard door.
 
-The closet was empty.
+The cupboard was empty.
 
 \later
 
-One hour earlier, Harry listened from inside the closed closet. There was no sound from outside, and no point in taking risks either.
+One hour earlier, Harry listened from inside the closed cupboard. There was no sound from outside, and no point in taking risks either.
 
 C-L-O-A-K, his fingers spelled out.
 
-Once he was invisible, he very carefully and slowly cracked open the closet door and peeked out. No-one seemed to be in the classroom.
+Once he was invisible, he very carefully and slowly cracked open the cupboard door and peeked out. No-one seemed to be in the classroom.
 
 The door wasn’t locked.
 
@@ -640,7 +640,7 @@ \chapter{Dominance Hierarchies}
 
 Harry’s face said everything she needed to know.
 
-“Mr~Potter,” she said gently, “there are students who cannot be entrusted with Time-Turners, because they become addicted to them. We give them a potion which lengthens their sleep cycle by the necessary amount, but they end up using the Time-Turner for more than just attending their classes. And so we must take them back. Mr~Potter, you have taken to using the Time-Turner as your solution to everything, often very foolishly so. You used it to get back a Remembrall. You vanished from a closet in a fashion apparent to other students, instead of going back after you were out and getting me or someone else to come and open the door.”
+“Mr~Potter,” she said gently, “there are students who cannot be entrusted with Time-Turners, because they become addicted to them. We give them a potion which lengthens their sleep cycle by the necessary amount, but they end up using the Time-Turner for more than just attending their classes. And so we must take them back. Mr~Potter, you have taken to using the Time-Turner as your solution to everything, often very foolishly so. You used it to get back a Remembrall. You vanished from a cupboard in a fashion apparent to other students, instead of going back after you were out and getting me or someone else to come and open the door.”
 
 From the look on Harry’s face he hadn’t thought of that.
 

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@@ -312,7 +312,7 @@ \chapter{Rationalization}
 
 Of Professor Quirrell I know little. He is a Slytherin and a Defence Professor, and that is two marks against him. Consider carefully any advice he gives you, and tell him nothing you do not wish known.
 
-Dumbledore only pretends to be insane. He is extremely intelligent, and if you continue to step into closets and vanish, he will certainly deduce your possession of an invisibility cloak if he has not done so already. Avoid him whenever possible, hide the Cloak of Invisibility somewhere safe (\emph{not} your pouch) any time you cannot avoid him, and step with great care in his presence.
+Dumbledore only pretends to be insane. He is extremely intelligent, and if you continue to step into cupboards and vanish, he will certainly deduce your possession of an invisibility cloak if he has not done so already. Avoid him whenever possible, hide the Cloak of Invisibility somewhere safe (\emph{not} your pouch) any time you cannot avoid him, and step with great care in his presence.
 
 Please be more careful in the future, Harry Potter.
 

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@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@ \chapter{Interlude: Crossing the Boundary}
 
 “Put on your winter coat,” said Professor Quirrell, “or take a warming potion if you have one; and meet me outside, under the stars. I shall see if I can maintain it a little longer this time.”
 
-It took Harry a moment to process the words, and then he was dashing for the coat closet.
+It took Harry a moment to process the words, and then he was dashing for the wardrobe.
 
 Professor Quirrell kept the spell of starlight going for more than an hour, though the Defence Professor’s face grew strained, and he had to sit down after a while. Harry protested only once, and was shushed.
 

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@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@
 
 The presence of so many students would stabilize the corridors for a time, by dint of constant observation. The rooms and corridors of Hogwarts sometimes \emph{moved} even while people looked directly at them, but they wouldn’t \emph{change}. Even after eight centuries, Hogwarts was still a little shy about changing in front of people.
 
-But despite that transient permanence (the Defence Professor had said) the upper reaches of Hogwarts still had a military realism: you had to learn the ground anew each time, and check every closet for secret corridors all over again.
+But despite that transient permanence (the Defence Professor had said) the upper reaches of Hogwarts still had a military realism: you had to learn the ground anew each time, and check every cupboard for secret corridors all over again.
 
 Sunday it was, Sunday the first of March. Professor Quirrell had recovered enough to supervise battles once more, and they were all catching up on the backlog.
 

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@@ -64,7 +64,7 @@
 
 “You certainly can,” Harry said. “Because there’s nothing even the tiniest bit fair about my finding this gift-wrapped in a box next to my bed one morning, and you…not.” Harry paused thoughtfully. “Unless you \emph{did} get your own invisibility cloak, in which case never mind.”
 
-Then the implications of \emph{invisibility cloak} finally dawned on her, and she pointed a shocked finger at Harry, though they were close enough together that she couldn’t quite straighten her arm properly, and her voice rose with considerable indignation as she said, “So \emph{that’s} how you disappeared from the Potions closet! And the time when—” and then she trailed off, because even \emph{with} an invisibility cloak she still couldn’t see how Harry had…
+Then the implications of \emph{invisibility cloak} finally dawned on her, and she pointed a shocked finger at Harry, though they were close enough together that she couldn’t quite straighten her arm properly, and her voice rose with considerable indignation as she said, “So \emph{that’s} how you disappeared from the Potions cupboard! And the time when—” and then she trailed off, because even \emph{with} an invisibility cloak she still couldn’t see how Harry had…
 
 Harry buffed his fingernails on his robes with artful nonchalance, and said, “Well, you knew there had to be \emph{some} trick to it, right? And now the heroine will mysteriously know where and when to find bullies—just like she listened to the bullies planning it, even though nobody her age could \emph{possibly} have turned herself invisible to spy on them.”
 

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@@ -158,7 +158,7 @@
 
 \later
 
-“Every single one of you had better be absolutely clear on this,” said Susan Bones. The Hufflepuff girl, or whatever strange power had possessed her, wasn’t even \emph{pretending} to act normal any more. The round-faced girl was striding through the halls with a firm, confident gait. “If we get there and it’s just one bully, that’s fine, you can fight them the regular way. My mysterious superpowers won’t activate if there are no innocents in danger. But if five seventh-year bullies jump out of a closet, you know what you do? That’s right, you \emph{run away} and let me fight them. Finding a teacher is optional, the important thing is that you \emph{run away} as soon as I create an opening. In a fight like that you are \emph{liabilities}. You are \emph{civilian targets} I have to worry about protecting. So you will get away as fast as possible and you \emph{will not try} to do \emph{anything} heroic or so help me, the hour you get out of your healer’s beds I will \emph{personally} show up and \emph{kick your arses} right back in. Are we all clear on that?”
+“Every single one of you had better be absolutely clear on this,” said Susan Bones. The Hufflepuff girl, or whatever strange power had possessed her, wasn’t even \emph{pretending} to act normal any more. The round-faced girl was striding through the halls with a firm, confident gait. “If we get there and it’s just one bully, that’s fine, you can fight them the regular way. My mysterious superpowers won’t activate if there are no innocents in danger. But if five seventh-year bullies jump out of a cupboard, you know what you do? That’s right, you \emph{run away} and let me fight them. Finding a teacher is optional, the important thing is that you \emph{run away} as soon as I create an opening. In a fight like that you are \emph{liabilities}. You are \emph{civilian targets} I have to worry about protecting. So you will get away as fast as possible and you \emph{will not try} to do \emph{anything} heroic or so help me, the hour you get out of your healer’s beds I will \emph{personally} show up and \emph{kick your arses} right back in. Are we all clear on that?”
 
 “Yes,” squeaked most of the girls, though in Hannah’s case it came out, “Yes, Lady Susan!”
 

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@@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ \chapter{Something to Protect: Albus Dumbledore}
 
 \lettrine{H}{arry} stood now before the gargoyles that guarded the Headmaster’s, no, the Headmistress’s office. He had been summoned by Professor Sinistra, told that it was an emergency, but the gates were not opening for him.
 
-Experiment had showed that the Stone made one Transfiguration permanent every three minutes and fifty-four seconds, irrespective of the size of object Transfigured. Just once, holding the Philosopher’s Stone up to the light of Harry’s most powerful torch in an otherwise darkened closet, Harry had thought he’d seen an array of tiny points inside the chunk of crimson glass; but Harry hadn’t been able to see it again, and now suspected himself of having imagined it. The Stone had no other powers that Harry could detect, nor did it respond to any attempted mental commands.
+Experiment had showed that the Stone made one Transfiguration permanent every three minutes and fifty-four seconds, irrespective of the size of object Transfigured. Just once, holding the Philosopher’s Stone up to the light of Harry’s most powerful torch in an otherwise darkened cupboard, Harry had thought he’d seen an array of tiny points inside the chunk of crimson glass; but Harry hadn’t been able to see it again, and now suspected himself of having imagined it. The Stone had no other powers that Harry could detect, nor did it respond to any attempted mental commands.
 
 Harry had given himself until noon tomorrow to figure out how to begin using the Stone without it being grabbed by someone else, trying not to think about what was still happening, what had always been happening, in the meanwhile.