He nods, and finds it, pulls out two pieces, parallel on the counter. He twists up the top of the plastic bag and puts it back. He carries the pieces of bread over to the toaster, slides them in, turns it on after a moment of deliberation of what means what. He looks at the cabinets for a moment, guessing where the cutlery is? He makes his move, pulls one open — the right one, and hisses with quiet delight. He pulls out a butter knife, and then turns to them, again. Hermione realises she’s been looking, watching this whole time and blushes. 