On her way to the front door, she decided to grab her phone that was still on the couch. She looked at the wall she was still leaning on, to the couch, then back again before deciding she would aim for the couch's arm to hold her up. She counted to three before throwing herself forward and was relieved when she made it without falling. She threw a hand in the air while leaning on the couch with the other. "Woo!" Crookshanks, who had watched the whole ordeal, was once again not amused. He gave a disapproving meow before trotting off to her bedroom - one that he was now allowed in, since Ron wasn't there to kick him out. He never fully warmed up to Crookshanks, even after the Pettigrew ordeal. "Sorry, I'm shit, Crookshanns!" She could hear she was slurring, but ignored it as she checked her phone that she noticed was on ten percent battery life.