Oops, she almost forgot to stir the chocolate. Somewhere they had a wooden spoon, or whisk. Opening a couple of drawers she felt stupid when she saw it right in front of her in the pancake batter bowl. "Borrowing this." A quick scrub and the chocolate was safe again.
"It's just part of me wants things back to normal and another part thinks normal should change. As in stop the barbaric custom of sending kids away from home to go to school. And it should be easier for us then for Muggles, logistically speaking. Shouldn't it? Or am I just a kid who is whining because she gets homesick a lot?"