Wiping her hands on a dry dishtowel, Hermione crossed the small room to sit at the table across from the too-inquisitive girl. An excitement fell over Lizzie. Clearly, she understood that she might finally get some answers from their mysterious guest who fascinated her so. Unsure where to even begin, Hermione considered what she was going to say before she said it. Neither of her parents would likely approve of such a frank chinwag, but it didn't matter. She could imagine the girl getting herself in serious trouble seeking out more information. It was exactly what she would have done, what she had done.