Hermione laughs under her breath, shaking her head. She knows that it isn't her place to make fun of Stiles for his enthusiasm — after all, she remembers the wonder and intrigue she'd felt upon first receiving that letter from Hogwarts. Reaching up to squeeze his hand, Hermione grins as she leans back against the side of the kitchen counter, loosely crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd be willing to wager that there's at least one other person in Darrow who has or knows how your powers work," Hermione says, tilting her head. "And could probably train you in how to make the most of it. If you're able to climb ceilings on your own, imagine what you could do with a bit of instruction. Leap between buildings, perhaps. Climb to the tallest skyscraper."