"Well, like I said - I'm pretty sure half the kitchen's cursed." He let his hand slide across her shoulders as he went over to the opposite cabinet, rattling through a stack of pans that his mother had rather optimistically sent along with him when he'd set up here. "I'd have Mum over to show me what the hell I'm doing wrong, but ... well, then she'd see the rest of it." He considered it just barely clean enough for Hermione; he was pretty sure his mother would have gone through it all like some kind of reproachful whirlwind. He handed her a pan. "They really ought to have something about it during training. The way the second-years look when they finish up with their desk sentence kind of scares me."