"You're a regular healer. Better than going to St. Mungoes at any rate. I've been in there far too many times than I would have liked." She glanced at the bottle and nodded. "Oh it doesn't matter how it tastes as long as it stops hurting." She wondered if it was going to make her feel loopy, but she didn't really care so much. With her good hand, she took the bottle and drank it down, making a face as she did so. He wasn't kidding when he said it tasted gross.
After the face she made was over, she settled back onto the couch so that he could finish up or whatever. "We do seem to like to get into arguments. My family wasn't like that. Just me. I mean, I was the only one who got into trouble and hit people for no reason. Well, sometimes no reason." She looked a little thoughtful for a moment, and shrugged. "Maybe. I always thought that if I had been a Ravenclaw, I wouldn't have gotten so much detention. Sadly I have this feeling we're all going to wind up fighting sooner or later."