Elfroot is the chief ingredient of a lot of healing potions—

( divested of her own book burdens and diverted by a matter very much in the wheelhouse of her own interests, it is immediately evident: the full force of her interested focus is not lessened in any way by the fact only one of the eyes gazing back at hermione came original. the other, gold, is as finely made as anything else she's wearing; her true eye amber behind a well-fitted monocle. those heavy skirts cause her no trouble, hitched beneath her knees and held in place with skirt-hikes,

and there's definitely a knife in both boots, don't worry about it. )

Just don't roll and smoke it if you want to keep your head.

( politely, gesturing to the nearest chair: ) May I? I've got a vested interest in the infirmary stores.

( arguably, so does fucking everyone, so she probably means something specific. )