He sat down. "What are you doing? Where did you find that? Muggle studies?" He couldn't imagine anyone else at Hogwarts using one. "I remember going to offices with my mother when I was little. The noise as women typed, it was almost hypnotic. Not that I know how to use it, but-" He had always enjoyed the noise. It was almost musical with its fast tempo and the ring at the end of the line.
"Exactly, so we're actually cleaning up while being clever and I figured that it would look nicer than all steal. It would also require less upkeep. Vines and weeds don't actually rust, and I know that eventually we'll have to let them go when we finally move out of this school, but as long as we take the glass out, it's just food for the ground." He grinned. "I'm still working on seeing what material can best be transfigured into glass. Almost everything can, but we want something that will last."
He sat back, thinking about what she said and what she didn't say. "We seem to be doing both that well then. I spoke to Sirius, but before we get into that, why the sigh?