Oh, you know - out and about. [ She mostly wanders around at this point. She's very aware that she scrambles to be useful most days, and there's only so much research one can do before one needs to start breaking and entering, and she is trying to do a lot less crime.

She's been doing a lot of crime in this world. It's almost like someone took her away from Harry and Ron and rules ceased to matter.

She approaches the counter, checking Red for her injuries with the careful (and caring) eye of someone who's been brewing healing potions in her room, half a mind to offer her one now. The girl might protest, since she is so much stronger and cooler than Hermione, but they could sleep. ]

How have you been feeling? Because - I mean - the latest batch finished brewing last night so you can have a couple of bottles for yourself, if you'd like?

[ On the other hand, if Red had wanted healing help, she would've asked for healing help. She wants advice, apparently. And tea. Hermione pulls a sheepish, apologetic grimace. ] Or - tea. Was going to - I'll go do that.

[ Manually. She will manually put the kettle on, no magic expended to menial domestic tasks. ]