"A hell of lot about where we are, and what's happened to Harry since you last saw him," said Alice, taking on the mantle of mouthpiece. She placed her teacup into her saucer with careful movements. "Forgive us, Hermione, we forget that you've been in the throes of that hellish world out there and what it's likely done to you. We take what we have here for granted, so we can laugh and joke, and talk lightly about sex toys, and about how Harry sets off the woman in all of us, even at the breakfast table where such talk doesn't belong. The real world seems like another universe sometimes and we forget our sensibilities. Forgive us ... we must seem so crass and inappropriate to you."