She’d have to get her belongings from the wash tent, for a start. That’d be one trip only. Fetch a charmed bucket for brewing—perhaps Greyback-the-boss, in his infinite majesty and oh-so-great wisdom, could see the way to actually letting her have a sodding cauldron? Maybe a bundle of branches to make a little cot, as well as one of the blankets she’d been borrowing from the communal pile. Or two ... it’d be colder away from the others ...