He glanced over at her and scoffed lightheartedly, "On holiday. Thanks to your Protection of Rights for Magical Creatures Act. Very cheeky, by the way." He poured the boiling water over tea leaves and prepared her mug. "It’s truly just us here. Tough luck to you. Now you’re alone in the home of an ex-death eater. Do you possess any sort of self-preservation, Granger?" He went to the sitting room and sat on a grandiose leather armchair. She still stood at the edge of the rug, hesitant due to his words.