The big saggy kettle sang stupidly as the water boiled within it. "My coffee pot just fills itself," Hermione joked. "It keeps me awake all night. Which is great for studying." Without thinking she rubbed the soft wrinkles under her eyelids.
Luna poured two drinks, the steam spiralling idly up to the pinnacle of the ceiling. "I'm lucky. I found a kettle that likes to make tea. No spells required." She turned with the two cups. "Budge up."
Hermione looked to her left and her right. There was no room on the bulging seat. For a second, she thought Luna might sit on her lap. "Uh. It's going to be a squeeze," she giggled nervously.
Luna passed her one of the drinks. Hermione gripped the handle with one hand and the base of the cup with the other. Both the cup and the handle were quite cool. Luna swung her own drink out to her side, braced herself on a side table and let herself bump gracefully down onto the edge of the bean bag.
Hermione tried to steady herself, both hands full, but desperate not to collide with her host. "I'm sorry," she began in anticipation. It was impossible for her to stand.
Then she felt a heat below her thighs. "What?" she thought. The seat was swelling again, this time sideways. The smooth fabric creaked and trembled as it bubbles up to twice its size. "Oh," she said aloud. "It knows what you want." She laughed nervously.
Luna smiled tightly. "Sometimes," she mused. "But it doesn't always get it right." Her skirt rustled as she wriggled onto the bean bag. Its shape began to solidify.
Hermione noticed the smell of the leaves. It reminded her of blossom in Spring and began to relax her. So, not everything needed magic.
She noticed a slightly different aroma from Luna's cup. Luna noticed her interest. "Sugar and salts. For after the run. Best after exercise. Sniff?" She offered the cup under Hermione's nose. The vapors were stingy. Then Hermione noticed a further smell. She leaned slightly over to Luna without thinking. Her nostrils must have flared slightly. "Just sweat," giggled Luna. "You know?" She pulled at the neck of her blouse and shook it to let some air in.
Hermione tried not to gasp in embarrassment. "Of course," she whispered. "Sorry," she added avoiding Luna's gaze. She sipped her drink and thought about leaving.
"You want to stay for supper?" Luna mused. "Wild mushrooms and fruit bread. It's all I could find today."
"Um." Hermione was enjoying her drink and the warmth of the tent. But she felt awkward being so close to Luna already. "Maybe," she ventured.
"Good," said Luna bumping her cup into Hermione's as if sealing a deal. "Then you can tell me all about your problem."