"Thank you for being understanding," Lily says anyway, nodding to the request. "Knotgrass then, if you'd please!"

This isn't directed at Hermione - it's directed toward the rows of drawers to Hermione's left and Lily's right. Heeding her command, one of the drawers pops out of place and makes its way through the air until it can land on the counter and skid to a stop against Lily's hand that she's put up to make sure it didn't keep going. "Knotgrass drawer barely behaves," she explains, "how much did you need?"

The inquiry gives her pause though and the redhead's eyebrows loft slightly before she nods. "That's me. Were you looking for me specifically?"