He moved slowly to her, to see what she was doing. At first he thought she was making paper dolls, or else a poison pen letter. She had pages of the Daily Prophet spread haphazardly out around her. And she was cutting bits out with a pair of red scissors. She was taking the utmost care with whatever she was doing; her tongue was poking out of the side of her lips as she concentrated, her brow creased as she focused. Harry felt his heart melt at the sight ... he'd forgotten she used to do that. It was unbearably cute to see it again.