Hermione Granger, Sorceress of Caer Glaem and barista.

[ It does make her bite back a laugh, so the silliness worked, her head shaking as she tries to ignore how ridiculous the entire situation is. She can imagine herself standing calling out potions to people wearing a rather silly apron, really. ]

I could make you one, if you wanted. If you have a bag you wanted it done to I could do the charm in a few minutes and it shouldn't ever break, even if I leave.

[ Waver has been good to her when he didn't have to be, a comfort with all the guilt coiling inside of her. It's the least she could do. ]

I would help if I could, but I don't think that's entirely feasible.