Another pair of feet come down the stairs, not an unusual occurrence at all, with the house used as a halfway point for all of the Order. There’s only a few real permanent members, like Hermione. The feet pause — the Hermione can see a pair of jeans from under her paper, and a familiar, ice-cold, bored voice draws out. "What’s the time?" She puts down her paper, and looks at him, almost surprised. She was starting to think he’d never come down from the room up there. "Morning," he adds, friendly, and he’s dressed, already, in muggle jeans and a loose T-shirt he must’ve gotten from Lupin, since he didn't arrive with anything but soaking robes, not even his wand, although Ollivander's meant to be making him one right now.