"Right, then." Ginny said, turning towards the little kitchen. She felt the kettle still sitting on the hob to be sure her charms hadn't worn off before reaching for a cup.
"Oh, you know -- is there anything else besides hating the off-season? Any distraction is welcome, honestly. Even if it is maddeningly slow-going." She filled the cup with tea before reaching for her own to refill. For a brief moment she wished it wasn't black, but something far more calming. "Sugar?"