This scene takes place at the beginning of Deathly Hallows. I honestly don’t know how I missed it before, with my Hermione obsession (or, more accurately, my obsession with all the female characters). Then again, she’s just filled with so much awesome it isn’t that surprising. What am I talking about? The fact that apparently Hermione knows which wild mushrooms are safe to eat, and – while Ron and Harry were just chilling, being useless, collected them and cooked them dinner (never mind whether it was good or not).
Now, there’s plenty that can be read into this scene from a feminist perspective (why was it her job to cook for them? Did Ronald not think to ask his mother for a few recipes before they left?), but I’m just going to be over here basking in the never-ending glory of how perfect Hermione is.