Who: Bill Weasley and Hermione Granger (Ron and Harry might join eventually?) When: Late afternoon Where: Shell Cottage What: Bill stumbles upon Hermione making some plans and advises on Gringotts security. Rating/Status: No warnings. In progress.
Bill arrived home with feet dragging. Despite his best efforts, he'd caught the cold that'd been going around the bank (and the same that Hestia had, he suspected). He'd left early despite the increased workloads put on him at the bank. No amount of Pepper-Up was going to keep him sitting in there for a minute longer. He'd promised to take some case files home in exchange for the early departure and he planned on working on them under a blanket in the study in that big leather chair he liked so much.
He was also happy to get out early because he didn't particularly like the thought of the Trio, Luna, and Griphook hanging about the house by themselves while he and Fleur were at the bank. Their schedules were different, but did overlap a good bit, and Bill always rushed home anxiously, somehow expecting the worst when he usually found the group just playing idle games of chess or reading.
Clearing his throat for the hundredth time that day, Bill entered the cottage and shed his coat before fixing himself a cup of lemon tea in the kitchen. Harry and Ron were staying in the study on camp cots, but Bill'd seen them on his way in and figured they wouldn't mind him taking back the space for a bit. He opened the door, tea and work files in hand, stopping in surprise to find Hermione in the room with a spread of documents, looking very much at work.
"Oh, hello," he said casually. "Didn't think anyone was in here. Came home a bit early. Mind if I join you?"
He turned his head to look discretely one of the large papers nearby. It was a plan of a building, and it looked eerily familiar...