"Mine's in my bag, one moment - accio brush." And it comes flying into her hand before she hums, leaning back and offering it to Harry. She trusts him, almost blindly, and she's glad to ignore the worries she has to bask in his friendship for as long as she can. If that means she lets him tug and pull at the bush that she calls her own hair - well, she'll have to manage.

"Some charms?" That catches her interest and she turns again, brightening. "I saw his dogs, though I didn't get a chance to meet his fish. How do you show people here how to use our magic, Harry?"