"Mister Potter offended my ears earlier, Mister Weasley, so you may consider my delicate sensibilities thoroughly defiled." She let her blank gaze sit on Weasley a beat longer before turning to Hermione and greeting her warmly, a small grin playing at the corners of her lips. As if she hadn't been on staff with a pack of men who had come through two wars and knew how to swear as if one could earn an Order of Merlin for it.