"He likes us to figure things out for ourselves," Hermione was stating the obvious, but it sounded like she was being defensive. "We've always done bes by doing that before." At nights she'd been translating the book Dumbledore had given her - it was slow work, most of the runes were completely archaic now, perhaps she could be focusing more on that...
Her fingers stayed in his, and somehow his playing with them relaxed her enough that she settled a little less straight into the chair. "I'm frustrated. But if we're working one by one, we have to find Mundungus before we can...." Then she trailed off, sitting up again as if she'd thought of something.