"We need to get word to the ship" Harry announced decidedly as they all gathered around a table in Marella’s kitchen for lunch. Time had felt warped since arriving, over a full day had passed since they made it out of the cursed cavern, yet it felt like no time at all. The kitchen was a spacious area, with a dining room adjacent but a rather long scrubbed wooden table for informal meals. Along with the rest of the home, there were no window panes in the kitchen, but large open windows that allowed the scent of cooking food to proliferate through the gardens. Hermione suspected there were wards on the windows, however; given the way a small curious bird had attempted to zip into the bedroom that morning and was zapped before crossing the threshold, sending it twittering back in the direction it had appeared from. 