Hermione was trying to keep herself occupied, and the only thing she could think to keep her moving was cooking. So she'd to make a pizza or two for lunch; an old recipe her mum had taught her a while back. Reading would require sitting still, and she didn't want to sit around. It would lead to worrying. She'd made more than enough pizza knowing that at least one Weasley was stopping by that day. Just as she'd taken one of the pizzas out of her oven, she heard a knock on the door. Looking through the small hole, she once again saw a familiar red head, but not Ron. This time it was another Weasley: George.
"Hello, George." She greeted him with a smile, though her concern was clear by her tone of voice and the look in her eye. "Thanks for coming." Hermione hadn't been able not to notice his rough appearance. "You alright?" She gave him a questioning look as she made room for him to come it.