As soon as Harry pushed off her desk, Hermione's gaze went down to the two legs of his chair that were now no longer on the ground. "Don't do that," she told him, "Especially not when you're holding a hot drink. I just cleaned ink off you, I don't want to have to try and remove coffee as well because you couldn't sit still."
She nodded as Harry said he did his paperwork quickly just to get it done. "That's not a bad thing, as long as you're still doing it properly. And it probably means you are efficient." Unlike herself. Hermione was a little less than efficient lately, and she had wondered more than once if she was losing interest in her job.
"You are an Auror," she assured Harry. "Even Aurors have paperwork to do. You didn't think it would all just be running around chasing bad guys did you?" Arching an eyebrow, she smiled at him as she took another sip of coffee.
Giving Harry her attention as he said her name, Hermione frowned a little as he asked his question and she then thought about her answer. "Well, I suppose it is possible. Even in the Muggle world, there are ways of fixing your eyes. Why? Are you thinking of doing something like that?"