Hermione froze, feeling immediately horribly awkward and wondering if she could back quietly out of the doorway before Pansy saw her. But the thin girl looked up and glanced over her shoulder at Hermione, and then wordlessly turned her attention back to her drink. Hermione worried at her lip, sidling into the kitchen and over to the kettle, filling it up and setting it over the kitchen range to boil, lighting the wood in the range with a quick spell and pulling a mug out of the cupboard, dropping a tea bag in it. And then there was nothing to do but wait for the water to boil.