"Ugh. The ruined potions. It took me ages to get the cauldrons clean, and no amount of Scourgify would work. I honestly thought about just throwing the cauldrons out altogether, but there’s no room in the budget for new ones." Hermione shifted her feet back to the floor and stood up. "Do you need anything?" A bottle of fire whiskey flew from the kitchen as Harry raised his arm to catch the bottle. 