"Ummm, let's see. I've been described as an uptight, overbearing workaholic sort of girl?" And that was probably the wine speaking at that point, and she looked down to her plate as she pushed a few of the chips around. "I'm sorry, I'm just- I'm not the sort of girl that blokes flirt with. In pubs or...at all. And now I've officially said too much. Have I mentioned that I'm bad at this sort of thing?"
She smiled a little, looking back to him. "Thank you. I wish more people would agree- I had to fight just to get the one assistant that I do have, and it's been..two years now?" Hermione reached for her wine, taking another sip. "They didn't have kids. And I'm working for the house elf. I've tried telling him just that, but he refuses. It's sad, really- and I can't seem to convince him to leave or to choose." It was one of the difficult things with her job-- she was only trying to help, but many of the magical creatures she met didn't seem to want it.