[ It may have been a little bit of column a and a little of column b, in all honesty, but Hermione doesn't want to linger on it for too long - or at all.

She manages a sheepish smile when Red pulls back to look at her, mostly because of that whole I love it when you say fuck ordeal. Is her accent that thick, or is Red aware that she was, up until recently, the well-mannered part of a trio? ]

Ah...yes. I should probably stop brewing in confined spaces, I think it muddles the senses.

[ Such a lie feels bad on her tongue, and Hermione sighs. ] Alright, that's an utter lie, I've very good brewing manners - I must've deliberately just...ignored it. What if the choice is leave and not get to say goodbye? I couldn't, Red...