Who: Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. What: having tea. When: Late Sunday Where: The safe house.
Hermione had always had a problem with sleeping in places that she found unfamiliar. It was one of the reasons she didn’t enjoy sleep-overs as a child, it was the reason she’d been moody her first week at Hogwarts, and the reason she hated moving. She would grow accustom to this safe house though, just as she had every house before this. This house had an added benefit, which came in the familiar shape of the boy with the lightening scar. She heard his footsteps and tore herself from the journal, abandoning it on the table as she stood to makes the cups of tea.
“Beats a tent, doesn’t it?” Hermione smirked a little bit, turning towards Harry as he entered the kitchen. She smiled at him, leaning up to retrieve some biscuits she’d put into the cabinet earlier, and putting a sleeve of treats between the two warm mugs.