She was certainly not grasping the fact that her way of making good with Cece was going to have to happen within these four stone walls. They were in the dungeons and not going to lark off on a field trip anytime soon.

"Something from you, perhaps, and not flowers plucked from the greenhouse. And as for making beds, I'm not sure your assistance is required in the Hospital Wing, and certainly not doing menial tasks that could be done perfectly and in a moment by a spell." Not to mention Cece wouldn't have to fish Hufflepuff out of her hair.

"What are your talents, Potter? What can you give of yourself that no one else can give?"