Well, she is a wizarding singer. It might just be one of our things - don't want just anyone going around singing 'You Stole My Cauldron But You Can't Have My Heart'.

[ She does -- well. She pauses, blinking, before she bites her lip. A beautiful rat? Or a beautiful girl? She isn't entirely sure if she's being complimented or insulted here, exactly, but either way she's quite keen to learn more about the snakes that Luke has, what magic they might have, what he means by recharging and ipods and all sorts of things that she seems to have missed despite being muggleborn. Telephones and buses and trains? Easily done. iPods? Not so much.

But, of course, they're quickly muffled and Hermione bites back her laughter. ]

Maybe they just like talking to people. I've known a few people like that, here and there. [ Like Dobby, that loved talking to Harry (and even Hermione herself, when she offered him her jumpers and hats). ] I'm not exactly around Caer Glaem, but travel there isn't a problem for me. I can apparate over anytime you need me -- or for a date.

[ ... Not that she imagines it's a romantic date at all. It must be a friendly one, she's had loads of those. The only 'romantic' dates she'd ever had were in the library with Krum watching her like a hawk. ]