Turning away from the display, Loki strode to the kitchen with purpose, intent on making them tea and forgetting the heartache the mini memorial evoked in his heart. Once safely inside the kitchen, Loki quickly set about recalling from memory where the teacups and other necessities were for the task he set upon himself.  It was easy to lose himself in such a mundane task, and soon he had the kettle going, heated by his magic. Glowering, he thought about how the Minister would feel knowing he used his magic without proper approval. He was no longer a prisoner of Asgard, nor was he a prisoner of the wizarding authorities. There was no need to restrict his use of magic.