She realized she liked not seeing him. She didn’t feel even the slightest wish to ask him what she should be doing, and he didn’t ask her to do anything – maybe he was still furious by that ridiculous list she wrote him and that he burned, or perhaps she knew he would diss anything he asked of her to do, whatever it would be. Hermione was starting to feel a bit useless in the grand scheme of things concerning the state of the world right now, but whenever those negative thoughts threatened to absorb her, she reminded herself that she was practicing potion-making here to be a better Healer and save more members of the Order in case they got attacked – after all, practice makes perfect, and what better way to learn new something than practicing. If she was going to be only the High Reeve’s leverage for the duration of this war and nothing more, then she will at least enjoy herself and use her time in this fancy potion lab wisely.