"I didn't realise we were so overrun with magical violations," she remarked, lifting her brow inquisitively. "Or have you been neglecting your paperwork again?"
Now that they were no longer at school, Hermione hadn't supposed it was up to her to remind her friends to keep on top of their work. Harry was a grown adult, after all, and Hermione had plenty of her own work to do. But she was aware that most of the Aurors tended to favour being in the field and grumbled deeply about filing reports, because she'd had more than one member of the Wizengamot thundering at her about it, as if she did more than catalogue the paperwork appropriately once it had been used for evidentiary purposes. She had no desire to be seen as a nagging harpy, however, so she kept well out of it unless Harry came complaining to her.
"You had more than one pair of jeans?" she teased, reaching up to tuck an errant curl behind her ear. "I thought it was just the one, given that I'd memorized the pattern of stains, at one point."
Leaning forward, Hermione lifted her hand so she could tick things off on her fingers. "I've got my handbag, along with the broken locket and the cup, because those were inside it still. I never did know what to do with them but just chucking them didn't sit right with me. And I'm going to write a little something about going back into the Chamber of Secrets, I think. That's all it has to be really. Something more... personal."
Her cheeks pinked a little, and to deflect, she said, all in a rush, "I asked Malfoy if he'd like to share anything and he actually threatened me, if you can believe that."