Hermione automatically murmured the soot-removal charm as she stepped out of the fireplace. For once she was glad not to be going home, even if Leila needed her more than ever (and thank God for Molly and Harry!).
Faelan was waiting for her, a glass of wine in his hand, and she gave him a weary smile. "Hello, Faelan. How have you been?" A savory smell wafted in from the kitchen, and she found her appetite returning despite her mood. "Whatever that is smells wonderful!"