It was only as Hermione gathered up the abandoned dishes did she realize she was alone with the elder of the two Jordan girls. Lizzie continued to sit in her usual chair, staring up at the older witch with that same expression of interest that bothered her so. She didn't even grasp that Hermione wished for nothing more than to not be in the same room. Or if she did, she didn't care. Neither of them said anything at first and she foolishly hoped that she might be able to make it through the washing up of the dishes without being bombarded with questions she couldn't or wouldn't answer. Of course, her luck had never really been all that good.