I arrived with bucket of them, but you aren't wrong.

( Abella's hand goes to the box again, not to bring it out, just to reassure herself that it's there. A shadow seems to cross her face, something briefly haunted before she recovers. Maybe it never was there at all. )

We all have our coping mechanisms. I can get a pipe, once these run out.

( The latter is more for herself, than for Hermione. )