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Posted by darkness - MAIN on January 20th, 2008 @ 6:53pm
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WHO: Hermione and Zach
WHAT: Quality time with the roommate?
WHEN: After a particularly long day for Hermione at school
WHERE: At their flat
It had not been a good day at school. They had gotten into some pretty abstract concepts in her biology class today, and for once, Hermione was running into an issue of not fully understanding what she was learning off the bat. Seven years of magical education had not prepared her very well for a good understanding of muggle Science, but Hermione was about as stubborn as they came. She would master it or go brain dead trying.
Still, she was not in a good mood as she came home. All she wanted was a bit of peace and quiet, and she had some vague hopes that her wonderful, caring loud roommate would be out. It wasn't an unreasonable hope, in reality. He was much more social than she was, and spent most evenings out with friends or on a date. Perhaps her luck would change and tonight would be one of those nights.
Sighing softly, the young witch tiredly opened the door and walked into the house. She took her shoes off and stowed them carefully in the closet. Since she wasn't paying a lot of attention to her surroundings, she turned around and took only a step or two before tripping over something that shouldn't have been there.
It was a spectacular demonstration of how one should not fall, if they could at all avoid it, and she ended up on her hands and knees, glaring at a pile of dirty quidditch equipment.
This did not improve her mood.
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Posted by darkness - MAIN on January 20th, 2008 @ 4:22pm
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WHO: Hestia and Tonks
WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron to begin with...
WHEN: Saturday night, 8pm onwards
WHAT: Girls night out!
Hestia was almost too excited about having a night out. The Christmas and New Year holidays went by so fast and then she was thrown right into the deep end at work with training that she felt slightly out of breath. After spending the last couple of weeks either working or sleeping with short, regular breaks for meals, she was in desperate need of a few hours of fun.
So, with a broad grin on her face, she entered the Leaky Cauldron five minutes before eight to secure a table while she waited for Tonks. "'Evening Tom," she waved to the bartender who smiled broadly and winked at her. "The usual, Miss Jones?"
"That's right, but two glasses tonight," Hestia was a regular at the Leaky for evening meals and favoured a particular brew that came from Wales.
Selecting a seat not too far from the main door, she stretched out her legs under the table and hoped Tonks wouldn't be too far away.
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