"Fine. That’s just fine. Really! The fact that this very well might bring even more attention to us is perfectly all right with me." Hermione’s tone was biting, arms crossed tightly over her chest. This was happening in such quick succession of Harry’s journaling mishap, which didn’t at all help the situation, and only served to raise her hackles considerably.
After he’d lowered his voice she did the same, but by no means backed down in terms of tone and presence. To be honest, she was more frightening when she wasn’t shouting, rather than the opposite. "I’ll have no part in this, Ronald. If you have to take care of these illegal plants, then you’re on your own. That friend of yours better not return until we’ve gone." Hermione turned on her heel, preparing to leave. There were important things to do, and she didn’t have time to argue when they clearly had no other options.
"Yes. We’re through. You’re going to need your rest for tomorrow – we still need a few ingredients for the potion." Whether or not she’d informed them of the new Polyjuice batch she was working on was another matter entirely. Hermione often took the initiative with their magical inventory, just as Ron saw to their basic needs. "Goodnight to you both."
Tone clipped, Hermione climbed the stairs and chose the smallest room, beginning to set up the cauldron and what little they still had leftover from the last batch. It would have to do. Boiling would take hours, on and off continuously, but she saw no reason in starting right away. The boys needed their sleep, and she needed her work.