When she heard the familiar pitter patter of small paws on the kitchen’s linoleum floors, Hermione took to looking through her refrigerator, one hand on the door and the other on her narrow hip. She looked over the meager contents, not having made it to the store in some time. "You will need your strength and complete focus for what I have planned for us, tonight," she said out loud, bending over to shuffle the food around, coming across a plate of raw chicken cutlets.