Washing the dishes led to scrubbing the table. Then to the floors. As much as she hated to admit that he was right about anything, cleaning in the Muggle way actually did calm her down. Using magic was convenient, but it took no time and very little effort. While she was focused on cleaning, she could hardly focus on anything else. Some of her worries about what to do next lessened. A ridiculous stray thought about offering her services to the other ladies in the village as a way to make them hate her less made her laugh. As if that would ever happen.