Who: Romilda Vane, Harry Potter When: Saturday 20 September 2001 Where: St. Mungos What: Romilda decides Harry definitely needs cheering up. Who better than her? Rating: PG-13 to be safe Warning: None really surprisingly. Status: Semi-Private/Complete
Romilda knew that Harry would be happy to see her. Why wouldn't he? After all, he was in the hospital. And she was sure all his self involved friends were too busy with birthdays, poker parties, and whining about being discriminated against for having been bitten by werewolves and the like from what she could tell on their journals to actually go and see him. So someone might as well. And she had always liked Harry. Not to mention that he had obviously liked her but just didn't know how to go about showing it properly. And she had to go by St. Mungos in any case to get the damned Jarvey Pox vaccine if she was going to be reentering the wizarding world this week.
Damn her brother. Like it would have hurt him to let her use his flat? Hopefully one of the jobs she'd sent inquiries about would pan out. And soon.
And then no one need know her father had left her with virtually nothing. She still was bewildered and hurt by it herself, although she tried not to think about it that much. Obviously he'd been distracted in the months before his death. Possibly he'd never even rewritten his will after she was born. That had to be it, of course.
She rubbed her arm absently where the pimply faced healer had poked her with the needle, thinking that really, the St. Mungos robes would be so much prettier in a different colour. Thank Merlin she didn't have to wear them.
When she reached the appropriate floor, she arranged the crossword book, along with the box of peanut brittle on one arm and made her way down the hall in her high heels, looking in rooms until she found Harry's.
Brilliant. He was alone. She knocked and then stepped inside, smiling widely at him.