"...Thanks." Hermione nibbles at her lip, feeling oddly set off balance by his flat tone, but gets up, and takes the bag through to the bathroom without another word. She tips the contents out onto the bathroom floor, sifting through them. He's clearly gone shopping at a wizarding store, she thinks, because while the clothes are basically Muggle in appearance, there are no brand tags. Soft, thick woollen leggings, a warm undervest, a long chambray button-down shirt that ended past her bum and only need the cuffs folded back once, a woolly jersey that fits quite well, a crocheted hat, wool gloves, and thick wool socks.