"Hermione, You are not her. And you don’t have to prove that. You’re cut from such a different cloth there’s no way to confuse the two of you for even a moment. Astoria was like the super formal dressrobes you’re forced to wear for the night and are uncomfortable in the entire evening." he took the holster from her hands and tucked the wand back in it then handed it back to her, "You’re like my favorite hoodie on a cool spring morning. Warm, safe, lovely." Hermione looked away, a blush rising in her cheeks at his words.