( There really wasn't too much surprising about the memories rattling in her head at the moment - she's learning a lot about a lot of random ass strangers. She doesn't know if any of the information really helps them, but the potions will be nice. She smiles at Hermione's response. Something aches in her heart. )

Yeah. I... really wish those potions had been around the first time I got sent home for decades. Would have made a world of difference in a good way. ( She taps a finger on the outside of her drink. )

Least now people can choose to do so before hopping through a beacon.... or being forced through one. Feels like everything's coming to a head in one way or another, y'know?