Ah paperwork, that definitely needed coffee. "Sure, you never know, you could still need my punching skills yet, if only to keep you awake." She chuckled. "I'll meet you on the front steps in a few minutes." Oh her mother was going to kill her, certainly. Febby was going to say she was trying to apologize for punching him again by providing a warm beverage to the auror trying to keep their street safe. That should work... or her mother would see right through her bullshit. Either way.

With that she pushed off the gate and made her way back through the garden, up the back steps and into the kitchen. Febs wasn't overly useful in the kitchen itself, but she could make coffee with little trouble. She started the kettle and scurried upstairs real fast to her room to grab her wand and then back down, pausing ever so briefly at the looking glass in the hallway to make sure she didn't look too much like  disheveled mess. Her pride dictated at least that much, though she wasn't exactly sure why.

Moving around the kitchen as quietly and efficiently as she could, she knew she wasn't the only one awake, not with the racket on the street previously, but apparently nobody else was curious enough to actually go take a look. Of course as soon as she thought that Mrs. Harding came waddling her way into the kitchen and Febby explained as she went. Mrs. Harding, ever the saint, pulled some scones leftover from this morning to go with the coffee. Febs collected cups and some fixings for the coffee on a little tray and managed not to spill anything on her way out. She was rather impressed with herself. She flicked her wand carefully at the front door to have it swing open, trying to balance the tray on one hand.

"Still awake?" She teased as she sat down on the front steps and setting the tray down beside her, keenly aware of Mrs. Harding now sitting in the front window watching her with a bemused expression.